مَضَتshe departed وفيand in قَلبِهاher heart مِنfrom غَلبهاher defeat غُصَصٌchoking sorrows
مَضَت وفي قَلبِها مِن غَلبها غُصَصٌ
ماwhat is بَينَbetween مُضطَربٍagitated أَمسَىbecame وَمُلتَهِبِand inflamed
ما بَينَ مُضطَربٍ أَمسَى وَمُلتَهِبِ
She went away, her heart choked with grief at her defeat,
She left with grief in her heart, so troubled and inflamed,
Now caught between turmoil and burning anguish.
Her radiant body almost clothed in blackened robes of rage and sorrow.
وَناصِعُand the radiant whiteness of الجِسمِthe body دامٍbleeding كادَalmost يُلبسُهُclothes it
وَناصِعُ الجِسمِ دامٍ كادَ يُلبسُهُ
ثَوبَa robe of السَّوَادِblackness اشتِدادُthe intensifying of الغَيظِwrath والكَرَبِand anguish
ثَوبَ السَّوَادِ اشتِدادُ الغَيظِ والكَرَبِ
Her radiant body bled, nearly clothed
Like the wind she rushed forth, flying like Iris
In a robe of black by mounting wrath and anguish.
Pushed away from the blows of clubs by Eris.
فَبادَرَتهاso she hastened to her تُجاريracing الرِّيحَthe wind طائِرَةًin flight
فَبادَرَتها تُجاري الرِّيحَ طائِرَةً
إِيرِيسُIris تَدفَعُهاdrawing her away عَنfrom مَضرَبِthe striking-ground of القُضُبِswords
إِيرِيسُ تَدفَعُها عَن مَضرَبِ القُضُبِ
Then there sped to meet her, racing the wind in flight,
Then Ares, warrior of the people, Iris concealed him
Iris, drawing her away from where swords struck.
With spear and horses, piles of clouds.
إِذاthen, lo بآريسَthere was Ares يُسرىon the left of القَومِthe army تَحجُبُهُconceals him
إِذا بآريسَ يُسرى القَومِ تَحجُبُهُ
وَالرُّمحَand the spear والخَيلَand the horses أَركامٌbanks مِنَof السُّحُبِclouds
وَالرُّمحَ والخَيلَ أَركامٌ مِنَ السُّحُبِ
There was Ares on the army's left, concealed,
She bent on her knees seeking a steed
With his spear and horses, by banks of cloud.
With golden reins to flee her deep pain.
أَحنَتshe bent علىover رُكبَتَيهِhis two knees تَبتَغيseeking عَجَلاًin haste
أَحنَت على رُكبَتَيهِ تَبتَغي عَجَلاً
خَيلاًhorses لَهُfor him مُلجَماتٍbridled خالِصًpure الذَّهَبِgold
خَيلاً لَهُ مُلجَماتٍ خالِصً الذَّهَبِ
She bent over his knees, urgently seeking
She said “Brother, lend me your horses to take me
His horses, bridled with pure gold.
To the land of immortality, for this wound has crippled me”.
قالَتshe said أُخَيِّdear brother أَعِرنِيهاlend them to me لِتَذهَبَso they may go بيwith me
قالَت أُخَيِّ أَعِرنِيها لِتَذهَبَ بي
لِمَرتَعِto the haven of الخُلدِimmortality إِنَّindeed الجُرحَthe wound بَرَّحَtormented بيme
لِمَرتَعِ الخُلدِ إِنَّ الجُرحَ بَرَّحَ بي
She said, “Dear brother, lend them to me to carry me
The son of a human struck me, brother to Cacus,
To the haven of the immortals; this wound has tortured me.
His spirit unbent, until I was toppled back.
أَنالَنِيهِhe inflicted it on me ابنُson of إِنسِيٍّa mortal أَخُوpossessed of قِحَةِshamelessness
أَنالَنِيهِ ابنُ إِنسِيٍّ أَخُو قِحَةِ
لاnot يَنثَنيshrinks back جَزَعاًin fear حَتَّىeven لِزَفسَbefore Zeus أَبيmy father
لا يَنثَني جَزَعاً حَتَّى لِزَفسَ أَبي
A mortal's son, a shameless man, inflicted it on me,
He said “I place my horses and chariot before you
Who shrinks in fear before none, not even Zeus, my father.”
That carried her away, her heart so heavily burdened”.
فقالَso he said دُونَكِhere for you أَفراسيmy horses وَمَركَبَتيand my chariot
فقالَ دُونَكِ أَفراسي وَمَركَبَتي
حَلَّتshe settled بِهاin it بِفُؤَادٍwith a heart خارَgrown faint مُكتَئبِsorrowful
حَلَّت بِها بِفُؤَادٍ خارَ مُكتَئبِ
He said, “Here are my horses and my chariot.”
Eris held the reins of the horses in her hand
She took her seat in it, her heart faint and sorrowful.
Driving them on as she outran old age itself.
وإيرِسٌand Iris وُصُروعُand the reins of الخَيلِthe horses فيin يَدِهاher hand
وإيرِسٌ وُصُروعُ الخَيلِ في يَدِها
تَستَاقُهاshe drove them وَهيَand she أَجرىswifter مِنthan سَنَاthe gleam of الشُّهُبِmeteors
تَستَاقُها وَهيَ أَجرى مِن سَنَا الشُّهُبِ
And Iris, the horses' reins in her hand,
Until she reached the heights of Olympus
Drove them, swifter than the gleam of meteors,
She halted the horses and freed them of their harness.
حَتَّىuntil إِذاwhen لِذُرَىto the summits of شُمِّlofty الأُلمِبِOlympus علَتshe ascended
حَتَّى إِذا لِذُرَى شُمِّ الأُلمِبِ علَت
فاستَوقَفَتهاthen she stopped them وحَلَّتهاand unfastened them مِنَfrom القَتَبِthe saddle-gear
فاستَوقَفَتها وحَلَّتها مِنَ القَتَبِ
Until she rose to Olympus' lofty summits.
Empowered with immortality she raced forth
Then she halted them and freed them from the saddle-gear.
To her mother, Cyprus, grieving and bent over.
وَبادَرَتهاand she hastened to them بِقُوتِwith the food of الخُلدِimmortality وانطَلَقتand she set off
وَبادَرَتها بِقُوتِ الخُلدِ وانطَلَقت
لأُمِّهاto her mother قِبرسٌCypris تَحنُوbending عَلىover الرُّكَبِthe knees
لأُمِّها قِبرسٌ تَحنُو عَلى الرُّكَبِ
She hastened to give them immortal food; and off went
Dione embraced her, drawing her to her breast
Cypris to her mother, bending at her knees.
Perplexed, probing the matter in wonder.
هَشَّتshe welcomed لَهاher واستَضَمَّتهاand clasped her لِمُهجَتِهاto her heart
هَشَّت لَها واستَضَمَّتها لِمُهجَتِها
ذِيُونَةٌDione تَستَقِصُّinquiring into الأَمرَthe matter بالعَجَبِin wonder
ذِيُونَةٌ تَستَقِصُّ الأَمرَ بالعَجَبِ
She welcomed her and clasped her to her heart—
“What god has wronged you, as if you were the offender?
Dione, asking in wonder what had happened:
What foolish one has cast you down like this?”
وأيُّand which رَبٍّgod كماas لَوif كُنتِyou were جانِيَةًguilty
وأيُّ رَبٍّ كما لَو كُنتِ جانِيَةً
جَنَىwronged عَلَيكِyou كَماas أَلقَاكِhe has left you أَيُّwhat غَبيfool
جَنَى عَلَيكِ كَما أَلقَاكِ أَيُّ غَبي
“What god, as though you had done wrong,
She said, “No exalted god, but a mortal man,
Has wronged you so? What fool has brought you to this?”
Thetis’ son, ceaseless in his rages.”
قَالتshe said فَماbut not كَانwas رَبًّاa god جَلَّwas mighty بَشَراًa mortal
قَالت فَما كَان رَبًّا جَلَّ بَشَراً
ذاكthat one ابنُson of تيذِيُسٍTydeus مُستَمطِرُcalling down showers of النُّوَبِcalamities
ذاك ابنُ تيذِيُسٍ مُستَمطِرُ النُّوَبِ
She said, “It was no god, but a mighty mortal—
“For I tried to save Aeneas, most cherished of those
That son of Tydeus, who draws down showers of calamity.
Dear to me in this world of lineage.”
لأَنِّنيbecause I آنياسٌAeneas رُمتُsought نَجوَتَهُhis rescue
لأَنِّني آنياسٌ رُمتُ نَجوَتَهُ
أَعَزُّdearest ماwhat ليto me بأَهلِamong the people of الأَرضِearth مِنof نَسَبِkinship
أَعَزُّ ما لي بأَهلِ الأَرضِ مِن نَسَبِ
Because I sought to save Aeneas,
“The Danaans did not stop till they turned back
My dearest kin among the people of earth.
To us, grey haired and white headed.”
فالدَّانَوِيُّونَfor the Danaans بالطُّروادِwith the Trojans ماnot اجتَزأُwere content واthey (plural ending)
فالدَّانَوِيُّونَ بالطُّروادِ ما اجتَزأُ وا
حَتَّىuntil إِلَيناagainst us انثَنَواthey turned بِالبِيضِwith white swords والشُّهُبِand fiery bolts
حَتَّى إِلَينا انثَنَوا بِالبِيضِ والشُّهُبِ
For the Danaans were not content with the Trojans,
Dione said “Patience, how many examples we have
But turned against us with white blades and fiery bolts.”
Of mortals testing the immortals with sorrow.”
قالتshe said ذِيُونةُDione صبراًpatience كمhow many لَناfor us مَثَلٌexamples
قالت ذِيُونةُ صبراً كم لَنا مَثَلٌ
بِالنَّاسِamong mortals يَبلُونَthey afflict أَهلَthe people of الخُلدِimmortality بالنَّصَبِwith suffering
بِالنَّاسِ يَبلُونَ أَهلَ الخُلدِ بالنَّصَبِ
Dione said, “Patience! Many examples have we
“Ares is a model for you, and his dignity
Of mortals afflicting the immortals with suffering.
As he endured a year and month in chains, unyielding.”
فَإِسوَةٌso an example لَكِfor you آِريسٌAres وَهَيبَتُهُand his dread majesty
فَإِسوَةٌ لَكِ آِريسٌ وَهَيبَتُهُ
عَاماًa year وَشهراًand a month ثَوىhe remained فيin السِّجنِprison لمnot يُهَبِwas feared
عَاماً وَشهراً ثَوى في السِّجنِ لم يُهَبِ
Ares is your example, despite the awe he inspires:
“Otus and Ephialtes, the sons of Aloeus confined him
A year and a month he lay in prison, feared by none.
In shackles of iron, but found no weakening or outcry.”
أَلقاهُhe cast him فيهِinto it ابنُson of أَلوِيسٍAloeus أُتُوسُOtus كذاlikewise
أَلقاهُ فيهِ ابنُ أَلوِيسٍ أُتُوسُ كذا
أَخوهُhis brother إِفيَلطُسٌEphialtes بالُّلِّwith fetters (uncertain reading) والحَربِand warfare
أَخوهُ إِفيَلطُسٌ بالُّلِّ والحَربِ
Otus, son of Aloeus, cast him there, and likewise
“He would have perished had not Maia’s son Hermes
His brother Ephialtes, with fetters and warfare.
Kept him safe, shrouded in clouds.”
وَكَبَّلاَهُand they both fettered him بأَغلالِwith chains of الحَديدِiron وَماand not
وَكَبَّلاَهُ بأَغلالِ الحَديدِ وَما
أَجدَاهُavailed him مِنany غَضَبٍanger يَشتَدُّintensifying أوor صَخَبِclamor
أَجدَاهُ مِن غَضَبٍ يَشتَدُّ أو صَخَبِ
They bound him in iron chains; nor
“And Hera, struck by Eurytus, Apollo’s son
Did mounting fury or clamor avail him.
With the evil of an arrow, high on her breast.”
وكادَand he nearly يَهلِكُperished لَوif لَمnot تُنمِshe revealed مَخبَرَهُhis plight
وكادَ يَهلِكُ لَو لَم تُنمِ مَخبَرَهُ
إِيريبُEriboea إِذwhen صانَهُhe saved him هِرميسُHermes بالحُجُبِunder cover
إِيريبُ إِذ صانَهُ هِرميسُ بالحُجُبِ
He nearly perished, had not his plight been revealed
“Achilles’ death at Paris’ hands bequeathed him
By Eriboea; Hermes then rescued him under cover.
Hatred, and he was driven back on his heels.”
وهيرَةٌand Hera فَابنُfor the son of أَمفِترونَAmphitryon أَلَّمَهاcaused her pain
وهيرَةٌ فَابنُ أَمفِترونَ أَلَّمَها
بِشَرِّwith a cruel سَهمٍarrow بأَعلىhigh in الثَّديthe breast مُنتَشِبِlodged
بِشَرِّ سَهمٍ بأَعلى الثَّدي مُنتَشِبِ
And Hera—the son of Amphitryon caused her pain
“He advanced towards the palace of Zeus, my father
With a cruel arrow lodged high in her breast.
Wretchedly, an arrow fixed in his shoulder.”
وَنَفسُand the very self of آذِيسَHades ذَاكَthat القَرمُchampion أَورَثَهُinflicted on him
وَنَفسُ آذِيسَ ذَاكَ القَرمُ أَورَثَهُ
عَمداًdeliberately فَنُكِّصَso he was driven back مُلتَاعاًin anguish علَىon العَقِبِthe heel
عَمداً فَنُكِّصَ مُلتَاعاً علَى العَقِبِ
Even Hades himself was wounded by that mighty champion,
“But Paion healed him, as one who has been
Deliberately; he recoiled on his heels in anguish.
Deathless and eternal through the ages.”
فَاَمَّso he sought صَرحَthe palace of أَبيfather of الأَربابِthe gods زَفسَZeus أَخاstricken with
فَاَمَّ صَرحَ أَبي الأَربابِ زَفسَ أَخا
بُؤسٍmisery بِنَبلٍwith an arrow بِعَظمِin the bone of الكَتفِthe shoulder مُنتصِبِfixed
بُؤسٍ بِنَبلٍ بِعَظمِ الكَتفِ مُنتصِبِ
He sought the palace of Zeus, father of the gods, stricken
“Oh what woe for humankind if they war
With misery, an arrow fixed in his shoulder-bone.
Against immortals in ignorance or rage!”
فَذَرَّso sprinkled بَلسَمَهُhis balm فِيُّونُPaeon يُبرِئُهُhealing him
فَذَرَّ بَلسَمَهُ فِيُّونُ يُبرِئُهُ
مُذsince كانَhe was منamong خالدِيthe deathless of الأَدهارِages والحِقَبِand epochs
مُذ كانَ من خالدِي الأَدهارِ والحِقَبِ
Paeon sprinkled his balm to heal him,
“The people have provoked you against Diomedes, though he knows not
Since he was immortal through ages and epochs.
The consequence of the work of his hands.”
فَياso, oh لِوَيلِwoe to بَنِيthe sons of الإنسَانِhumankind إِنif حَمَلُواthey charge
فَيا لِوَيلِ بَنِي الإنسَانِ إِن حَمَلُوا
عَلىagainst بَنِيthe children of الخُلدِimmortality عَنout of حُمقٍfolly وَعَنand out of غَضَبِanger
عَلى بَنِي الخُلدِ عَن حُمقٍ وَعَن غَضَبِ
Woe to the sons of men, if they attack
“He does not realize that one who wrongs the gods
The children of immortality out of folly and anger!
Will not return whole to his homeland.”
فالاسُPallas أَغرَتincited ذِيُومِيذاًDiomedes عَلَيكِagainst you وَلَمand not
فالاسُ أَغرَت ذِيُومِيذاً عَلَيكِ وَلَم
يَعلَمhe knew لصُنعِfor the deed of يَدَيهِhis hands أَيَّwhat مُنقَلَبِoutcome
يَعلَم لصُنعِ يَدَيهِ أَيَّ مُنقَلَبِ
Pallas set Diomedes upon you, but he did not
“No child will cling to his knees, sweetly saying
Know what fate his handiwork would bring.
‘Father, answer me’, he will have no comfort.”
لَمnot يَدرِhe knew أَنَّthat علىagainst الأَربابِthe gods مَنwhoever كَسَبَتwrought
لَم يَدرِ أَنَّ على الأَربابِ مَن كَسَبَت
يَداهُhis two hands شَراًّevil إِلىto الأَوطَانِhomelands لَمnot يَؤُبِreturned
يَداهُ شَراًّ إِلى الأَوطَانِ لَم يَؤُبِ
He did not know that whoever has wrought against the gods
“Rather, he should fear the might of my brother Ares
Evil with his hands will not return to his homeland.
More powerful and pitiless in his pursuit.”
فَلاso not يَهُشُّgreets joyfully لَهُhim مِنfrom فَوقِatop رُكبَتِهِhis knee
فَلا يَهُشُّ لَهُ مِن فَوقِ رُكبَتِهِ
طِفلٌa child يَقُولُsaying بِلُطفٍgently ياO أًبيmy father أَجِبِanswer
طِفلٌ يَقُولُ بِلُطفٍ يا أًبي أَجِبِ
Nor will he be joyfully greeted from upon his knee
“Let him reflect on the lovely narrow ankles
By a child saying gently, ‘Father, answer me!’
Of his wife, so graceful and noble.”
فَليَخشَso let him fear بَطشَthe assault of أَخِيa man of باسٍvalor أَشَدَّgreater قُوىًin strength
فَليَخشَ بَطشَ أَخِي باسٍ أَشَدَّ قُوىً
وَصَولَةًand in fierceness مِنكِthan you يَستَقرِيهِhe invites him بالطَّلَبِwith a challenge
وَصَولَةً مِنكِ يَستَقرِيهِ بالطَّلَبِ
Let him fear a valiant warrior's blow, greater in strength
“Dreams will torment her, disturbing her rest
And fury than you, whom he invites with his challenge.
So she wakes afraid, her heart pounding.”
وَليَفكِرَنَّand let him surely think بِأَغيَالاof Aegialia حَليلَتِهِhis wife
وَليَفكِرَنَّ بِأَغيَالا حَليلَتِهِ
ذَاتِpossessed of الجَمَالِbeauty وَذَاتِand possessed of العَقلِwisdom وَالحَسَبِand noble lineage
ذَاتِ الجَمَالِ وَذَاتِ العَقلِ وَالحَسَبِ
And let him think of Aegialia, his wife,
“Then desperately she will rouse her handmaidens
Endowed with beauty, wisdom, and noble birth,
And they will weep with overflowing tears.”
وَسنَىdrowsy تُؤَرِّقُهاdisturbing her sleep الرُّؤياthe dream فَتُقلِقَهاso troubling her
وَسنَى تُؤَرِّقُها الرُّؤيا فَتُقلِقَها
فَتَستفَيقَso she awakens بِقَلبٍwith a heart رِيعَterrified مُضطِربِtrembling
فَتَستفَيقَ بِقَلبٍ رِيعَ مُضطِربِ
Drowsy, her dream disturbing and troubling her,
“She cleansed the wound with her hands and so eased
Till she awakens, her heart frightened and trembling.
Her pain as the heaviness of sorrow receded.”
مِنfrom ثَمَّthere تُوقِظُshe wakes فيin لَهفٍanguish جَوَارِيَهاher maidservants
مِن ثَمَّ تُوقِظُ في لَهفٍ جَوَارِيَها
وَينتَحِبنَand they sob بِدَمعٍwith tears فاضَoverflowing مُنسَكِبِstreaming
وَينتَحِبنَ بِدَمعٍ فاضَ مُنسَكِبِ
Then, in anguish, she wakes her maidservants,
“But Athena and Hera since they purposefully
And they sob, with tears overflowing and streaming.”
Provoke Zeus’ anger, consumed by arrogance,”
وَطَهَّرَتand she cleansed بِيَدَيهَاwith both her hands الجُرحَthe wound فَانفَرَجتso eased
وَطَهَّرَت بِيَدَيهَا الجُرحَ فَانفَرَجت
آلامُهاher pains وَاستَكَنَّتand subsided ثِقلَةُthe weight of الوَصَبِsuffering
آلامُها وَاستَكَنَّت ثِقلَةُ الوَصَبِ
She cleansed the wound with both her hands, and eased
Athena said “Father, does it displease you
Her pains; the burden of suffering subsided.
If I speak of how this wound came to be?”
لكِنbut آَثِيناAthena وَهيراand Hera مُذwhen تَعَمَّدَتاthey both deliberately sought
لكِن آَثِينا وَهيرا مُذ تَعَمَّدَتا
إِغضابَto anger زَفسٍZeus لِماfor what فيin النَّفسِthe mind مِنof أَرَبِa purpose
إِغضابَ زَفسٍ لِما في النَّفسِ مِن أَرَبِ
But when Athena and Hera deliberately sought
“Surely Cypris tried to stop a wanton woman
To anger Zeus for a purpose within their hearts,
And the obstinate youth of Troy, hot blooded.”
قالتshe said أثِيناAthena أَبيmy father هَلwould لاnot يُسوءُكit displease you أَنthat
قالت أثِينا أَبي هَل لا يُسوءُك أَن
أَقُولَI say ماwhat كانَwas فيin ذاthis الجُرحِwound مِنof سَبَبِa cause
أَقُولَ ما كانَ في ذا الجُرحِ مِن سَبَبِ
Athena said, “Father, may I, without displeasing you,
“Her hand was caught in the ties of her dress
Tell you what caused this wound?
So she invented lies like a swarm of bees.”
لاno شَكَّdoubt قِبريسُCypris رامَتsought دَفعَto lead غانِيَةٍa beautiful woman
لا شَكَّ قِبريسُ رامَت دَفعَ غانِيَةٍ
وَجدَّthe passion of الصَبٍّthe ardent lover مِنَfrom الطُّروَادِthe Trojans ذِيpossessing نَشَبِwealth
وَجدَّ الصَبٍّ مِنَ الطُّروَادِ ذِي نَشَبِ
No doubt Cypris meant to draw a beautiful woman
Zeus smiled and called the wounded to him gently,
To the passion of a wealthy Trojan lover.
“My demise, accept what fate decrees.”
فَأُنشِبَتso became caught بِعُرَىin loops of الإِبرِيزِpure gold راحَتُهاher palm
فَأُنشِبَت بِعُرَى الإِبرِيزِ راحَتُها
فَمَزَّقَتهاso they tore it فَرامَتso she sought نِحلَةa claim of الكذِبِfalsehood
فَمَزَّقَتها فَرامَت نِحلَة الكذِبِ
Her palm became caught in loops of pure gold;
“Leave Ares and Athena to their wars, do not
They tore it, and she turned to a fabricated tale.”
Trouble yourself, enjoy only love and pleasure.”
أَصاخَhe listened attentively يَبسِمُsmiling وَاستَدعىand summoned الجرِيحَthe wounded one علىwith
أَصاخَ يَبسِمُ وَاستَدعى الجرِيحَ على
رِفقٍgentleness وَقالَand said لَهاto her ياO مُنيَتِيmy heart's desire احتَسبِيbear it patiently
رِفقٍ وَقالَ لَها يا مُنيَتِي احتَسبِي
He listened, smiling, and summoned the wounded goddess
Gently, saying, “My heart's desire, bear it patiently.
دَعيleave لآرِسto Ares وَآثِيناand Athena الحُرُوبَwars وَلاand not
دَعي لآرِس وَآثِينا الحُرُوبَ وَلا
تُعنَيconcern yourself بِغَيرِwith anything other than لَذِيذِthe sweetness of الحُبِّlove والطَّرَبِand delight
تُعنَي بِغَيرِ لَذِيذِ الحُبِّ والطَّرَبِ
Leave wars to Ares and Athena, and do not
Concern yourself with anything but sweet love and delight.”
Partial English translation: 76 of 80 Arabic lines translated.