ظَعَنَdeparted الأَميرُthe prince بِأَحسَنِwith the fairest of الخَلقِcreation
ظَعَنَ الأَميرُ بِأَحسَنِ الخَلقِ
وَغَداand set out at dawn بِلُبِّكَwith your wits مَطلَعَtoward the rising-place of الشَرقِthe east
وَغَدا بِلُبِّكَ مَطلَعَ الشَرقِ
The prince departed with the fairest of creation,
And at dawn bore your wits toward the eastern horizon.
مَرَّتshe passed عَلىby قَرنٍQarn يُقادُis led بِهاwith her aboard
مَرَّت عَلى قَرنٍ يُقادُ بِها
جَمَلٌa camel أَمامَahead of بَرازِقٍcompanies of troops زُرقِblue-eyed
جَمَلٌ أَمامَ بَرازِقٍ زُرقِ
She passed by Qarn, borne along
On a camel led before blue-eyed troops.
وَبَدَتand she appeared لَناto us مِنfrom تَحتِbeneath كِلَّتِهاher canopy
وَبَدَت لَنا مِن تَحتِ كِلَّتِها
كَالشَمسِlike the sun أَوor كَغَمامَةِlike a cloud of البَرقِlightning
كَالشَمسِ أَو كَغَمامَةِ البَرقِ
And she appeared to us from beneath her canopy,
Like the sun, or a lightning-lit cloud.
ماnever صَبَّحَتshe greeted at dawn بَعلاًa husband بِرُؤيَتِهاwith the sight of her
ما صَبَّحَت بَعلاً بِرُؤيَتِها
إِلّاexcept that غَداhe went forth بِكَواكِبِwith the stars of الطَلقِdivorce
إِلّا غَدا بِكَواكِبِ الطَلقِ
No husband ever saw her at dawn
Without going forth with a constellation of divorces.
فيin البَيتِthe house ذيpossessing الحَسَبِlineage الرَفيعِlofty وَمِنand from
في البَيتِ ذي الحَسَبِ الرَفيعِ وَمِن
أَهلِthe people of التُقىpiety وَالبِرِّand righteousness وَالصِدقِand truthfulness
أَهلِ التُقى وَالبِرِّ وَالصِدقِ
She is of a house of lofty lineage, and of
A people of piety, righteousness, and truth.
قُرَشِيَّةٌa woman of Quraysh عَبَقَclung العَبيرُperfume بِهاto her
قُرَشِيَّةٌ عَبَقَ العَبيرُ بِها
عَبَقَthe clinging of العَبيرِperfume بِعاجَةِto the ivory of الحُقِّthe casket
عَبَقَ العَبيرِ بِعاجَةِ الحُقِّ
A woman of Quraysh—perfume clings to her
As perfume clings to the ivory of a casket.
شَبَّblazed البَياضُwhiteness أَمامَbefore صُفرَتِهاher yellow hue
شَبَّ البَياضُ أَمامَ صُفرَتِها
فيin رِقَّةِthe delicacy of الديباجِsilk brocade وَالعِتقِand noble refinement
في رِقَّةِ الديباجِ وَالعِتقِ
Whiteness glowed against her golden hue,
With brocade's delicacy and noble refinement.
فَظَلِلتُso I remained كَالمَقمورِlike one stripped by gambling خِلعَتَهُhis robe
فَظَلِلتُ كَالمَقمورِ خِلعَتَهُ
هَذاthis الجُنونُmadness وَلَيسَand not بِالعِشقِlove
هَذا الجُنونُ وَلَيسَ بِالعِشقِ
So I remained like one who has gambled away his robe;
This is madness, not love.
وَتَنوand she heaves herself up فَتُثقِلُهاthen weigh her down عَجيزَتُهاher buttocks
وَتَنو فَتُثقِلُها عَجيزَتُها
نَهضَthe rising of الضَعيفِthe weak man يَنوءُhe strains بِالوَسقِunder the load
نَهضَ الضَعيفِ يَنوءُ بِالوَسقِ
And she strains to rise, her buttocks weighing her down,
Like a weak man rising, staggering beneath a load.
Translation model: Sol 6.1