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‫د ُﺨـول ﻓَ َﺤ ْـو َﻤ ِل‬ ‫ َـوى َﺒﻴـْ َن اﻝ‬‫ﺒِ ِﺴـ ْﻘ ِط اﻝﻠ‬ ‫وﻤ ْﻨ ِزِل‬ ٍ ِ ِ ِ ِ ِ
َ ‫ﻗـﻔَـﺎ َﻨ ْـﺒـك ﻤ ْـن ذ ْﻜ َـرى َﺤـﺒـﻴب‬
1. Stay to lament the memory of a lover and camp / at Dune’s edge between al-
Dakhul and Hawmal

ِ ‫وﺸﻤ‬
‫ـﺄل‬ ٍ ‫ـﺠـﺘْـﻬـﺎ ِﻤ ْـن َﺠ ُـﻨ‬
ْ َ ‫ـوب‬
ِ ُ ‫ـﺎﻝﻤـ ْﻘـرِاة ﻝ ْـم َﻴ ْـﻌ‬
ِ ‫ﻀـﺢ ﻓَـ‬
ِ
َ َ ‫ـﺴ‬ َ ‫ﻝ َـﻤـﺎ َﻨ‬ ‫ـف َر ْﺴ ُﻤﻬﺎ‬ َ ‫ﻓَـﺘُ ْـو‬
2. And Tudih and Miqra whose traces are unswept / woven over by the south and
north winds

 ‫ﻨــﻪُ َﺤـ‬‫َوِﻗ ْـﻴـ َـﻌــﺎﻨِـ َـﻬــﺎ َﻜــﺄ‬

‫ـب ﻓُ ـ ْﻠــﻔُـ ِـل‬ ‫ﺼـﺎﺘِـﻬَــﺎ‬ ِ ِ
َ ‫اﻷرآم ﻓــﻲ َﻋـ َـر‬
ْ ‫ﺘَ َـرى َﺒـ َـﻌـ َـر‬
3. You see antelope dung in its areas and its / hollows as if it were peppercorn
grains

‫ـف َﺤ ْﻨـظَ ِل‬ ِ ‫ـﻲ َﻨ‬ ِ

ُ ‫ـﺎﻗ‬  ‫ـﺤ‬
َ ‫ﻝَ َـدى َﺴ ُـﻤـ َـرات اﻝ‬ َ َ‫ﻨــﻲ َﻏـ َـداةَ اﻝ َـﺒـ ْـﻴ ِـن َﻴـ ْـوَم ﺘ‬‫َﻜ ــﺄ‬
‫ﻤـﻠُـوا‬ ‫ـﺤـ‬
4. On the morning of parting the day they loaded / at the tribe’s acacias I peeled
Hanzal

‫ﻤ ِـل‬ ‫ـﺠ ـ‬
َ َ‫ـﻰ َوﺘ‬‫ﻻ ﺘــﻬـﻠِـك أَﺴ‬:‫ﻴــﻘـوﻝـون‬ ِ ‫ﻲ ﻤ‬‫وﻗُ ــوﻓـﺎً ﺒِـﻬـﺎ ﺼ ْـﺤـﺒِـﻲ ﻋـﻠ‬
‫ـﻬُ ُـم‬‫ـطـﻴ‬
ً َ ْ ْ َ َ َ ُُْْ َ َ َ َ َ ْ ُ
5. My friends stopped their camels there for me / saying, “Don’t perish with grief. Be
happy”

‫و ِل؟‬ ‫س ِﻤ ْـن ُﻤ َﻌ‬

ٍ ‫ﻓَــﻬَ ْـل ِﻋ ْـﻨ َد َر ْﺴـ ٍـم َد ِار‬ ‫ن ِﺸ ـ ـﻔــﺎﺌِــﻲ َﻋ ـ ْـﺒ ـ َـرةٌ ُﻤ ـ ْـﻬـ َا‬ ‫ٕوِا‬
ٌ‫ـرﻗَـ ـﺔ‬
6. But tears are my cure if I shed them / what support is there in traces erased?

‫ْﺴـ ِـل‬ ِ ‫ـرَﺒـ‬ ‫م اﻝـ‬ ُ‫و َﺠ ــﺎرﺘِــﻬــﺎ أ‬

َ ‫ـﺎب ﺒِـ َـﻤ ـﺄ‬ َ َ َ ‫ـﺤ ـ َـوْﻴ ِـر ِث ﻗَـ ْـﺒـَﻠﻬَﺎ‬ ِ َ ‫َﻜ ـ َـد ْأﺒِـ‬
ُ ‫م اﻝـ‬ ُ‫ـك ﻤـ ْـن أ‬
7. It was your habit with Umm Huwayrith before / and her neighbour Umm Rabab at
Ma’sal

‫ﻴـﺎ اﻝﻘَ َـرْﻨ ُﻔ ِل‬‫ت ﺒِ َـر‬

ْ ‫ـﺎء‬ ِ ‫ك ِﻤ ْـﻨـﻬُ َـﻤﺎ‬ ِ َ ‫ـو‬ ‫إِ َذا ﻗَـﺎﻤـﺘَﺎ ﺘَـﻀ‬
َ ‫ـﺒﺎ َﺠ‬
َ ‫َﻨـﺴ ْـﻴ َـم اﻝﺼ‬ ُ ‫ـﺴـ‬
ْ ‫ع اﻝـﻤـ‬ َ َ
8. When the two of them rose, the smell of musk emanated from them / a gentle
breeze giving off the scent of clove

‫ـل َد ْﻤ ِﻌـﻲ ِﻤ ْﺤ َـﻤﻠِـﻲ‬ ‫ﻰ َﺒ‬‫ﻨ ْـﺤ ِر َﺤﺘ‬‫َﻋﻠَـﻰ اﻝ‬ ً‫ﺼَﺒ َﺎﺒﺔ‬ ِ

َ ‫ﻨﻲ‬‫ـت ُد ُﻤ ْـوعُ اﻝ َـﻌ ْـﻴ ِـن ﻤ‬
ْ ‫ـﺎﻀ‬
َ َ‫ﻓَﻔ‬
9. The tears flooded from my eyes out of gentle longing / down the throat,
moistening my scabbard
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‫ـﺠـ ِـل‬ ِ ٍ ‫ﺼــﺎﻝِـ‬ ِ َ ‫ب ﻴــوٍم ﻝَـ‬

ُ ‫ﻴـ َـﻤــﺎ َﻴـ ْـوٌم ﺒِـ َـد َارِة ُﺠ ـ ْﻠـ‬‫َوﻻَ ﺴـ ـ‬ ‫ـﺢ‬ َ ‫ـن‬ ‫ـك ﻤـ ْـﻨــﻬُـ‬ ْ َ  ‫أﻻَ ُر‬
10. Did you not spend a good day with them? / especially the day at Dara Juljul

‫ﻤ ِل‬ ‫ـﺤـ‬ ِ ‫ﻴـﺘِﻲ‬‫ـطـ‬

ِ ‫ت ﻝِ ـ ْﻠـﻌ ـ َذاري ﻤ‬
َ َ‫ـﺠـﺒـﺎً ﻤ ْـن ﻜـورﻫـﺎ اﻝ ُـﻤـﺘ‬
َ ‫ﻓَ َـﻴـﺎ َﻋ‬ َ َ َ ُ ‫وﻴ ْـوَم َﻋـﻘَـ ْـر‬
َ
11. The day I slaughtered my mount for the virgins / ah, the wonder of its saddle
loaded up

‫ ِـل‬‫ـس اﻝ ُـﻤـﻔَـﺘ‬ ِ ‫د‬ ‫وﺸ ْـﺤ ٍـم َﻜـﻬ ـ‬

ِ ‫د َﻤـ ْﻘ‬ ‫اب اﻝـ‬ ُ َ ‫ـل اﻝ َـﻌـ َذ َارى َﻴ ْـرﺘَ ِـﻤ ْـﻴ َـن ﺒِـﻠَ ْﺤ ِـﻤـﻬَﺎ‬ ‫ظ‬
َ ‫ﻓَـ‬
12. The maidens stayed to turn its meat around / the fat was like the fringe of
twisted raw silk

‫ـك ُﻤ ْـرِﺠـﻠِـﻲ‬
َ ‫ﻨ‬‫إ‬،!‫ت‬
ُ َ‫ك اﻝ َـوْﻴـﻼ‬
َ َ‫ﻝ‬:‫ـت‬
ْ َ‫ﻓَـﻘَﺎﻝ‬ ‫ـﺨ ْـد َر ِﺨ ْـد َر ُﻋ َـﻨ ْـﻴ َـزٍة‬
ِ ‫ـت اﻝ‬
ُ ‫وﻴ ْـوَم َد َﺨـ ْﻠ‬
َ
13. The day I entered the howdah, the howdah of Unayza / upon which she said:
“Woe unto you – you are making me walk

‫س ﻓَ ْﺎﻨ ِـزِل‬
ِ ‫اﻤ أَر اﻝﻘَْﻴ‬ ِ َ ‫ﻋﻘَـر‬ :ً‫ـﺎل اﻝ َـﻐـﺒِ ْـﻴـطُ ﺒِ َـﻨـﺎ َﻤﻌﺎ‬
ْ ‫ت َﺒﻌ ْـﻴ ِري َﻴﺎ‬ ْ َ َ ‫ﺘَـﻘُـو ُل وﻗَ ْـد َﻤ‬
14. She said, while the saddle swayed both of us together / you have crippled my
camel, Imru ‘l-Qays; get off!

‫ ِـل‬‫ـﺎك اﻝ ُـﻤ َـﻌـﻠ‬

ِ ‫وﻻَ ﺘُ ْـﺒـﻌ ِـد ْﻴـﻨِـﻲ ِﻤ ْـن ﺠ َـﻨ‬
َ
ِ ِ
َ ‫ﺴ ْـﻴ ِري وأ َْرﺨﻲ ِزَﻤ‬:‫ـت ﻝَـﻬَـﺎ‬
‫ﺎﻤـﻪ‬ ُ ‫ﻓَـﻘُـ ْﻠ‬
15. I said to her: strip me and loosen its reins / don’t push me away from your
twice-to-be-tasted fruit

‫ﻓَـﺄَْﻝـﻬَ ْـﻴـﺘُـﻬَـﺎ َﻋ ْـن ِذي ﺘَ َـﻤـﺎﺌِ َـم ُﻤ ْـﺤـ ِـو ِل‬ ِ ‫ت وﻤر‬
‫ﻀ ٍﻊ‬ َ ‫ﻓَ ِـﻤـﺜْـﻠِ ِـك ُﺤ ْـﺒـﻠَـﻰ ﻗَ ْـد‬
ْ ُ ُ ‫ط َرْﻗ‬
16. A pregnant woman like you, while nursing, I have had / turning her away from a
one-year-old with amulets

‫ـو ِل‬ ‫ـﺤ ـ‬ ِ ِ ِ ِ

َ ‫ـﻬَـﺎ ﻝَـ ْـم ُﻴ‬‫وﺘَ ْـﺤـﺘـﻲ ﺸـﻘ‬،‫ق‬
 ‫ت ﻝَﻪُ ﺒِـ َﺸـ‬ َ ‫إِ َذا َﻤـﺎ َﺒـ َﻜـﻰ ﻤ ْن َﺨ ْﻠـﻔﻬَﺎ ْاﻨ‬
ْ َ‫ﺼ َرﻓ‬
17. When he cried behind her, she turned to him / but only half – her bottom half
that was under me did not turn

‫ـ ِـل‬‫ـﺤـﻠ‬
َ ‫ـت َﺤ ـ ْﻠــﻔَ ـﺔً ﻝــم ﺘَـ‬
ْ ‫ َوآﻝَـ‬،‫ـﻲ‬
 َ‫َﻋـﻠ‬ ْ ‫ذ َر‬ ‫ظ ْـﻬ ِـر اﻝ َﻜﺜِ ْـﻴ ِب ﺘَ َﻌ‬
‫ت‬ َ ‫وﻴ ْـوﻤـﺎً َﻋـﻠَـﻰ‬
َ
18. One day, on the dune she broke with / me and swore an oath that was not
broken
‫َﺠ ِﻤﻠِﻲ‬
ْ ‫ﺼ ْرِﻤﻲ ﻓَﺄ‬ ِ
َ ‫أدﻤ ْﻌت‬
ِ
َ ‫ٕوِا ْن ُﻜ ْﻨت ﻗَ ْد‬ ‫ ِل‬‫ َـدﻝ‬‫ـض َﻫ ـ َذا اﻝﺘ‬ ِ
َ ‫أﻓـﺎطـ َـم َﻤـ ْـﻬ ـﻼً َﺒ ْـﻌـ‬
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19. O Fatima, slowly with this determination / if you decided on my parting, reflect

‫ـﺴـ ِـل‬ ِ ٌ‫َ ٕوا ْن ﻜﻨت ﻗــد ﺴــﺎءﺘـ ِـك ﻤــﻨﻲ َﺨﻠﻴﻘَـﺔ‬
ُ ‫ـﺴـﻠّـﻲ ﺜـﻴـﺎﺒـﻲ ﻤـن ﺜـﻴـﺎﺒِـك ﺘَ ْـﻨ‬
ُ‫ﻓ‬
20. If it is some characteristic of mine which has upset you,
Then draw my clothes from yours (and) they’ll slip away

‫ب َﻴ ْﻔ َﻌ ِـل؟‬ ِ ‫ﺒـ ِـك ﻗَ ــﺎﺘِــﻠِــﻲ‬‫أن ُﺤ ـ‬

 ‫ﻨـﻲ‬‫ـرِك ِﻤ ـ‬ ‫أﻏ ـ‬
َ ‫ْﻤ ِـري اﻝـﻘَـ ْﻠ‬
ُ ‫ﻨـك َﻤ ْـﻬ َـﻤـﺎ ﺘَـﺄ‬‫وأ‬ َ
21. Don’t you know that love of you is killing me?
And whatever you command (my) heart (to do), it does?

‫ ِل‬‫ـب ُﻤـﻘَﺘ‬
ٍ ‫ـﺎر ﻗَـ ْﻠ‬
ِ ‫ـﺸ‬ ْ ‫ـﺴ ْـﻬ َـﻤ ْـﻴ ِـك ِﻓـﻲ‬
َ ‫أﻋ‬ َ ِ‫ﺒ‬ ْ َ‫ ﻝِـﺘ‬‫ـﺎك إﻻ‬
‫ـﻀ ِـرﺒِــﻲ‬ ِ ‫ـت ﻋ ْـﻴ َـﻨ‬
َ ْ َ‫َو َﻤـﺎ َذ َرﻓ‬
22. Your eyes only shed tears to strike,
With your two shafts, the pieces of my slaughtered heart.

‫ـت ِﻤ ْـن ﻝَ ْـﻬ ٍـو ﺒِ َـﻬـﺎ َﻏ ْـﻴ َر ُﻤ ْﻌ َﺠ ِل‬

ُ ‫ ْـﻌ‬‫ﺘَ َـﻤـﺘ‬ ِ ِ ِ ‫وﺒـ ْـﻴ‬
ُ ‫ـﻀـﺔ ﺨـ ْـد ٍر ﻻَ ُﻴـ َـر ُام ﺨـ َـﺒ‬
‫ـﺎؤ َﻫــﺎ‬ َ َ
23. Many a fair, secluded egg, whose tent none dare seek,
I dallied playfully with her, unhurried.

‫ـرْو َن َﻤـ ْﻘـﺘَـﻠِﻲ‬ ‫ـرﺼـﺎً ﻝَ ْـو ُﻴ ِـﺴ‬

‫ـﻲ ِﺤ َا‬‫َﻋـﻠ‬ ‫ـرﺴـﺎً إِﻝَ ْـﻴـﻬَـﺎ َو َﻤ ْـﻌ َﺸ اًر‬
‫أﺤ َا‬
ْ ‫ت‬ُ ‫ـﺎوْز‬
َ ‫ـﺠ‬َ َ‫ﺘ‬
24. I stole past guards (to get to her,) past clansmen,
Eager, could they conceal it, to kill me.

ِ ‫ـﺎح اﻝـﻤـﻔَــﺼ‬ ِ ‫ﻴـﺎ ِﻓـﻲ اﻝﺴ‬‫ـر‬‫إِ َذا ﻤـﺎ اﻝـﺜ‬

‫ـل‬ ُ ِ ‫ـﺎء اﻝ ِـو َﺸ‬
َ ‫ض أَﺜْ َـﻨ‬
َ ‫ـر‬ ‫ﺘَ َـﻌ‬ ‫ت‬
ْ‫ﻀ‬َ ‫ر‬‫ـﻤﺎء ﺘَ َﻌ‬
َ َ َ
25. Whenever the Pleiades are unfurled across the sky,
They unfold like pleats of gems and pearls on an ornamented sash.

‫ـﻀ ِل‬ ِ ِ ِ ْ ‫ـت وﻗَ ْـد َﻨـﻀ‬ ِ

َ ‫ـﺘْ ِـر إﻻ ﻝ ْـﺒ‬‫ﻝَ َـدى اﻝـﺴ‬
 َ‫ـﺴـﺔَ اﻝـ ُـﻤـﺘَـﻔ‬ َ ‫ـت ﻝ َـﻨ ْـوٍم ﺜ َـﻴ‬
‫ـﺎﺒـﻬَــﺎ‬ َ ُ ‫ﻓَـﺠـ ْﺌ‬
26. I came when she had taken her clothes off to sleep,
Behind a screen, (everything) but a (delicate) dress.

‫ـﺠﻠِﻲ‬ َ ‫َو َﻤـﺎ إِ ْن أ ََرى َﻋ ْـﻨ‬ ،ٌ‫ـك ِﺤ ْـﻴـﻠَﺔ‬ ِ ‫ﻴ ِـﻤ ْـﻴـن‬:‫ـت‬

َ ‫ـك اﻝ َـﻐ َـو َاﻴـﺔَ ﺘَ ْـﻨ‬ َ َ‫ َﻤـﺎ ﻝ‬،‫اﷲ‬ َ َ ْ ‫ﻓَـﻘَـﺎﻝ‬
27. She said: “By God! There is no evading you!
And I see that the errors of your ways have not left you.

‫ﺤـ ِـل‬‫َﻋـﻠَــﻰ أَﺜَ َـرْﻴ ـﻨـﺎ ذﻴــل ِﻤـ ْـر ٍط ُﻤـ َـر‬ ‫اءَﻨـﺎ‬
َ ‫ـر َوَر‬ ‫ـﺠ‬
ِ ‫ـت ﺒِـﻬـﺎ‬
ُ َ‫ﺘﻤـﺸـﻲ ﺘ‬
ْ َ ُ ‫َﺨ َـر ْﺠ‬
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28. So I went out with her, and as she walked she drew behind us,
The hem of her embroidered gown (to cover) our two tracks.

ٍ َ‫ِذي ِﺤﻘ‬
‫ـﺎف َﻋﻘَ ْـﻨﻘَ ِـل‬ ‫ط ُـن َﺨـﺒـْ ٍت‬
ْ ‫ﺒِ َـﻨـﺎ َﺒـ‬ ‫ـﻲ و ْاﻨﺘَ َﺤﻰ‬
 ‫ـﺤ‬
َ ‫ـﺎﺤـﺔَ اﻝ‬
َ ‫أﺠ ْـزَﻨـﺎ َﺴ‬
َ ‫ﺎ‬‫ﻓَـﻠَﻤـ‬
29. When we left the tribal area, we were kept out of sight,
In the belly of low ground, (dunes) piled (on all sides), twisting, turning.

‫اﻝﻤ َﺨ ْﻠ َﺨ ِـل‬ ِ ‫ـﻲ ﻫ‬

ُ ‫ﺎ‬‫ـﺢ َرﻴ‬
ِ ‫ـﻀ ْـﻴ َـم اﻝـ َﻜـ ْﺸ‬ َ  ‫َﻋـﻠ‬ ‫ـت‬
ْ َ‫ـﺎﻴـﻠ‬
َ ‫ت ﻫﺎﺘﻰ ﻨواﻝﻴﻨﻰ ـﺘَ َـﻤ‬
ُ ‫إذ ﻗُ ْﻠ‬
30. When I said: “Give me! Grant me!” She swayed,
Towards me, slender of waist and plump in the anklets place.

‫ـﺠـ ِـل‬ ِ ‫ـﺎﻀ ـ ٍـﺔ‬

َ ‫ـﺠ ْـﻨ‬
َ ‫ـﺼـﻘُـوﻝَـﺔٌ َﻜـﺎﻝـﺴ‬
ْ ‫ﺘَ َـراﺌ ُـﺒـﻬَـﺎ َﻤ‬ َ َ‫ـﺎء َﻏ ْـﻴ ُـر ُﻤـﻔ‬
ُ ‫ـﻀ‬َ ‫ُﻤـﻬَـ ْﻔـﻬَـﻔَـﺔٌ َﺒ ْـﻴ‬
31. Slender, fair, no corpulence (to her),
Her collar bone polished like a mirror.

‫ـ ِـل‬‫ـﺤـﻠ‬ ِ ِ َ ‫َﻏـ َذ‬

َ ‫اﻫــﺎ َﻨـﻤ ْـﻴ ُـر اﻝ َـﻤـﺎء َﻏ ْـﻴ ُـر ُﻤ‬ ‫ـﺼـ ْﻔ َرٍة‬
ُ ِ‫ـﺎض ﺒ‬
ِ َ َ‫َﻜـﺒِـ ْﻜ ِـر اﻝـﻤـﻘ‬
َ ‫ـﺎﻨـﺎة اﻝ َـﺒ َـﻴ‬ ُ
32. Like the first egg of an ostrich, pearly white with shades of yellow, its food the
sweet, life-giving water, unmuddied

‫ط ِـﻔ ِـل‬ ِ ‫ـﺎظ َـرٍة ِﻤ ْـن و ْﺤ‬

ْ ‫ـش َو ْﺠـ َـرةَ ُﻤـ‬ َ
ِ ‫ﺒِ َـﻨ‬ ِ ‫د وﺘُ ْـﺒ ِـدي ﻋـ ْـن‬ ‫ﺘَـﺼـ‬
‫ ـﻘــﻲ‬‫أﺴ ْـﻴ ٍـل َوﺘَـﺘ‬ َ ُ
33. she turns away, revealing a smooth cheek, fending me off,
With a glance like the gazelle of Wajra with fawn

‫ـ ِـل‬‫ـﺼ ــﺘْــﻪُ َوﻻَ ﺒِـ ُـﻤـ َـﻌــط‬

 ‫ـﻲ َﻨـ‬ ِ ِ ِ َ‫ـرﻴ ِـم ﻝَ ْـﻴـس ﺒِـﻔ‬ ‫ـﺠ ْـﻴ ِـد اﻝ‬
ٍ ‫ـﺎﺤ‬ ِ ‫وﺠ ْـﻴ ٍـد َﻜ‬
ِ
َ ‫إ َذا ﻫ ـ‬
‫ـش‬ َ
34. And a neck like that of a white gazelle, long
When she extends it, it is never unadorned.

‫اﻝﻤﺘَ َـﻌـﺜْ ِﻜ ِل‬ ِ ِ ٍ ِ

ُ ‫ﻨـ ْـﺨـﻠَـﺔ‬‫أﺜـ ْـﻴــث َﻜــﻘـ ْـﻨـ ِـو اﻝـ‬
ِ ‫وﻓَـرٍع ﻴ ِـزْﻴـن اﻝـﻤــﺘْـن أﺴـوَد ﻓَـ‬
‫ـﺎﺤـ ٍـم‬ َْ َ َ ُ َ ْ
35. how full is the dark curly hair, down her back falling, jet black
Like the date palm’s clustered fruit

‫ﻨﻰ َو ُﻤ ْر َﺴ ِـل‬‫ـﺎص ِﻓـﻲ ُﻤﺜَـ‬ ِ  ِ

ُ َ‫ﺘَـﻀـل اﻝـﻌـﻘ‬ ٌ ‫ـﺴـﺘَـ ْﺸ ِـزَر‬
‫ات إﻝَــﻰ اﻝ ُـﻌـﻼ‬ ِ
ْ ‫َﻏ َـداﺜـ ُـرﻩُ ُﻤ‬
36.her braids turned up to the top as curls
Wandered doubled and loosened
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‫ـ ِـل‬‫ـﻲ اﻝ ُـﻤـ َذﻝ‬ ِ ‫ـوب اﻝـﺴ‬

 ‫ـﻘ‬ ِ ‫ق َﻜـﺄ ُْﻨـ ُـﺒـ‬
ٍ ‫وﺴــﺎ‬
َ  ‫ـﺠ ِـد ْﻴ ِـل ُﻤ َﺨ‬
‫ـﺼ ٍر‬ ٍ ِ ٍ ‫و َﻜـ ْﺸـ‬
َ ‫ـﺢ ﻝَـطـﻴـف َﻜـﺎﻝ‬
37. soft thighs like the camel’s bridle and
Legs like the stalks of water papyrus

ِ ‫ك إِﺴ‬
‫ـﺤ ِل‬ ِ ‫َﺴ‬ ٍ ‫وﺘَ ْـﻌـطُـو ﺒِ َـر ْﺨ‬
ْ ُ ‫ـﺎوﻴـ‬
ْ ‫ـﺴ‬ َ ‫ـﺎرْﻴـﻊُ ظَ ْـﺒ ٍـﻲ أ َْو َﻤ‬ َ‫أ‬ ُ‫ﻨﻪ‬َ‫ـص َﻏ ْـﻴ َـر َﺸـﺜْ ٍـن َﻜـﺄ‬
38. she gives with soft fingers not rough like
Wormbs of Zabi or toothpicks of Ishil

‫ـ ِـل‬‫ـب ُﻤــﺘَـ َـﺒ ـﺘ‬ ِ ‫ﻤ َـﻨـﺎرةُ ﻤــﻤــﺴـﻰ ر‬

ٍ ‫اﻫـ‬ ِ ‫ـﺸ‬
‫ﻨـﻬَﺎ‬َ‫ـﺎء َﻜـﺄ‬ َ ‫ـﻼم ﺒِـﺎﻝ ِـﻌ‬  ِ
َ َ ُْ َ َ َ ‫ـﻲء اﻝــظـ‬
ُ ‫ﺘُــﻀـ‬
39. she lights the dusk at evening like
A lamp set by a praying monk

ِ ‫ـﺤﻰ ﻝَم ﺘَْﻨﺘَـ‬‫َﻨـؤوم اﻝﻀ‬

ِ ‫ـط ْق َﻋ ْن ﺘَﻔَﻀ‬
‫ل‬ ِ ‫ق ِﻓر‬
‫اﺸـﻬَﺎ‬ َ ‫اﻝﻤ ْﺴ ِك ﻓَ ْـو‬
ِ ‫ت‬ ُ ‫ـﺤﻲ ﻓَﺘِ ْـﻴ‬
ِ‫ﻀ‬ ْ ُ‫َوﺘ‬
ْ َ ُ ُ
40. grains of musk at dawn over her bed, not
Girt or aproned, sleeping the morning

‫ت َﺒ ْـﻴ َـن ِد ْرٍع و ِﻤ ْﺠ َـو ِل‬ ْ ‫إِ َذا َﻤـﺎ‬

ْ ‫ـر‬ ‫اﺴ َـﺒـ َﻜ‬ ً‫ـﺎﺒـﺔ‬
َ ‫ﺼ َـﺒ‬
ِ ‫إِﻝَـﻰ ِﻤـﺜْـﻠِـﻬـﺎ ﻴـرُﻨـو اﻝ‬
َ ‫ـﺤـﻠ ْـﻴ ُـم‬
َ َْ َ
41. at her like the wise man looks in love as
She is poised between a maid and woman

‫ـﺴ ِـل‬ ِ ِ ‫اﻝﺼـَِﺒﺎ‬ ِ ‫اﻝر َﺠ‬ ْ ‫ﺘَـﺴـَﻠ‬

َ ‫ـس ﻓُ َـؤادي َﻋ ْـن َﻫـ َـواك ﺒِ ُـﻤ ْـﻨ‬
َ ‫وﻝَ ْـﻴ‬ ّ ‫ﺎل َﻋ ْن‬  ‫ـﺎت‬
ُ ‫ـت َﻋ َـﻤ َﺎﻴ‬
42. The follies of men are consoled in passion
But my passion forgets not her love

‫ـﺢ َﻋ ـﻠَــﻰ ﺘَ ْـﻌـ َذاﻝِ ِـﻪ َﻏ ْﻴ ِر ُﻤ ْؤﺘَـ ِـل‬ ِ ‫َﻨ‬

ٍ ‫ـﺼـ ْـﻴ‬ ِ ِ
ُ‫ـﺼـ ٍـم ﻓـ ْـﻴــك أَْﻝـ َـوى َرَد ْدﺘُﻪ‬  ‫ ُر‬‫أﻻ‬
ْ ‫ب َﺨـ‬
43. o many a foe for you I resisted, repelled
Justified in his complaint, not coward
‫اع اﻝـﻬُـ ُـﻤـ ْـوِم ﻝِـ َـﻴـ ْـﺒــﺘَـ ِـﻠـﻲ‬
ِ ‫ـﻲ ﺒِـﺄ َْﻨ َـو‬
 َ‫َﻋ ـﻠ‬ ُ‫وﻝَ ْـﻴ ٍـل َﻜ َـﻤ ْـو ِج اﻝ َـﺒ ْـﺤ ِـر أ َْر َﺨـﻰ ُﺴ ُـد ْوﻝَــﻪ‬
44. many a night like a sea wave whose curtain
Fell for me worried with various cares

‫ـﺎء ﺒِ ـ َﻜ ـ ْﻠـ ـ َﻜـ ِـل‬ ‫ـﺼ ـ ْﻠ ـﺒِ ِـﻪ‬ 

َ ‫ـﺠــﺎ اًز َوَﻨ ـ‬
َ ‫َﻋـ‬
ْ‫فأ‬َ ‫وأ َْرَد‬ ُ ِ‫ﻤـﺎ ﺘَ َـﻤــطــﻰ ﺒ‬ ‫ـت ﻝَـﻪُ ﻝَـ‬
ُ ‫ﻓَــﻘُ ـ ْﻠـ‬
45. I said to it when it stretched its back
Set the buttocks and heaved the chest;
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‫ـﺎح ﻤـﻨِ َ‬
‫ـك ﺒِﺄ َْﻤﺜَ ِل‬ ‫ـﺠـﻠِــﻲ‬ ‫‪‬‬ ‫‪‬‬
‫اﻹﺼ َـﺒ ُ‬
‫ْ‬ ‫ـﺢ‪َ ،‬و َﻤــﺎ‬ ‫ﺒِ ُ‬
‫ـﺼ ْـﺒ ٍ‬ ‫أﻻَ أَ‪‬ﻴـﻬَـﺎ اﻝـﻠ ْـﻴـ ُل اﻝـط ِـوْﻴ ـ ُل أﻻَ ْاﻨ َ‬
‫‪46. o you long night, why not be gone at dawn‬‬
‫‪But the dawn is no model for you‬‬

‫ﺒ ـﻜــل ُﻤ ـﻐــﺎر اﻝـﻔ ـﺘـل ُﺸـ ّـدت ﺒـﻴـذﺒل‬ ‫ـوﻤــﻪُ‬

‫ـﺠـ َ‬ ‫ـك َﻤـ ْـن ﻝَـ ْـﻴـ ٍـل َﻜـ ‪‬‬
‫ـﺄن ُﻨـ ُ‬ ‫ﻓَـ َـﻴــﺎ ﻝَـ َ‬
‫‪47. o what a night, as if its stars with‬‬
‫!‪A strong rope were fixed to Yadhbul‬‬

‫َن اﻝـﺜُـرّﻴــﺎ ﻋـﻠ‪‬ـﻘَــت ﻓـﻲ ﻤـﺼ ِ‬

‫ـﺎن إِﻝَــﻰ ُ‬
‫ﺼ ـ ‪‬م َﺠـ ْـﻨـ َـدلِ‬ ‫ﺒِ ـﺄ َْﻤـ َـر ِ‬
‫اس َﻜ ـﺘ‪ٍ ‬‬ ‫ـﺎﻤ ـﻬـﺎ‬ ‫َ‬ ‫َﻜـﺄ ‪ُ َ ‬‬
‫‪48. As if the Pleiades were barred in their‬‬
‫‪Corral by flaxen cords to hard rocks‬‬

‫ـﺠـ ِـرٍد ﻗَـ ْـﻴ ـ ِـد اﻷ ََواﺒِـ ِـد َﻫـ ْـﻴ ـ َﻜـ ِـل‬
‫ﺒِـ ُـﻤـ ْـﻨـ َ‬ ‫أﻏــﺘَ ِـدي واﻝــط‪ْ ‬ـﻴ ُـر ِﻓـﻲ ُو ُﻜ َـﻨــﺎﺘِـﻬَﺎ‬
‫َوﻗَ ْـد ْ‬
‫‪49. I went early and the birds in their nests‬‬
‫‪With strong short-hair leading the game‬‬

‫ﺼ ْـﺨ ٍر َﺤط‪‬ﻪُ اﻝﺴ ْ‬

‫‪‬ـﻴ ُل ِﻤ ْن َﻋ ِل‬ ‫ـﺠ ْﻠ ُـﻤ ْوِد َ‬
‫َﻜـ ُ‬ ‫ِﻤ ـ َﻜـ ‪‬ـر ِﻤــﻔَـ ‪‬ـر ُﻤ ـ ْﻘ ـﺒِـ ٍـل ُﻤـ ْـدﺒِـ ٍـر َﻤ ـﻌ ـﺎً‬
‫‪50. charging, fleeing, nearing, retreating all‬‬
‫‪Like a large boulder torrents bring down‬‬

‫اء ﺒِــﺎﻝـ ُـﻤـﺘَ َـﻨ ‪‬ـزِل‬ ‫‪ِ‬‬ ‫ـﺎل َﻤــﺘْــﻨِ ِـﻪ‬

‫ـت َﻴ ِـز‪‬ل اﻝـﻠ‪ْ ‬ـﺒ ُـد َﻋ ْـن َﺤ ِ‬
‫َﻜـﻤ ْـﻴ ٍ‬
‫َﻜـ َـﻤــﺎ َزﻝــت اﻝـﺼ‪‬ـ ْﻔـ َـو ُ‬ ‫َ‬
‫‪51. a bay, a saddle slips from his back’s ridge‬‬
‫‪Like the pebble slips in the stream‬‬

‫ـﺎر ﺒِــﺎﻝـ َﻜـ ِـد ْﻴـ ِـد اﻝـ َـﻤـ َـر‪‬ﻜ ِل‬
‫أَﺜَـ ْـرَن اﻝ ُـﻐـ َـﺒـ َ‬ ‫اﻝوﻨﻰ‬
‫ـﺎت َﻋـﻠَﻰ َ‬
‫ـﺤ ُ‬ ‫ِﻤ ِـﺴ ‪‬‬
‫ـﺢ إِ َذا َﻤـﺎ اﻝـﺴ‪‬ـﺎﺒِ َ‬
‫‪52.flowing with the paddlers in fatigue kick‬‬
‫‪Up the dust urged on in the rough‬‬

‫ـﻲ ِﻤ ْـر َﺠ ِل‬ ‫إِ َذا ﺠ َ ِ ِ‬

‫ـﺎش ﻓ ْـﻴــﻪ َﺤ ْـﻤـ ُـﻴـﻪُ َﻏـ ْﻠ ُ‬ ‫َ‬ ‫اﻤـﻪُ‬
‫ـﺄن ْ ِ‬
‫اﻫـﺘـ َـز َ‬ ‫َﻋـﻠَـﻰ اﻝـذﺒل َﺠـ‪‬ﻴ ٍ‬
‫ـﺎش ﻜـ ‪‬‬
‫‪53. boiling in running as if his trampling as‬‬
‫‪His heat burns in him were a pot’s boiling‬‬

‫اب اﻝـﻌـﻨِ ْـﻴـ ِ‬

‫ـف اﻝ ُـﻤ ـﺜَـﻘ‪ِ ‬ـل‬ ‫ﺼـﻬَ َـواﺘِ ِـﻪ‬ ‫ﻴـزل اﻝ ُـﻐـﻼَم اﻝ ِ‬
‫َوُﻴـ ْﻠ ِـوي ﺒِـ َﺄﺜْ َـو ِ َ‬ ‫ـﺨ ‪‬‬
‫ـف َﻋ ْـن َ‬ ‫ُ‬
‫‪54. he pitches the light youth from his saddle‬‬
‫‪And twists by the cloak the hard rider‬‬
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‫ﺘ ـﻘ ـﻠــب َﻜ ـﻔ‪‬ـ ْـﻴـ ِـﻪ ﺒِـ َ ٍ‬

‫ـط ﻤــوﺼ ِ‬
‫‪‬ـل‬ ‫ِ ِ‬ ‫ِ‬ ‫َد ِرْﻴـ ٍـر َﻜـ ُ‬
‫ـﺨـ ْـﻴـ ُ َ‬ ‫أﻤـ ‪‬ـرﻩُ‬
‫ـﺨ ـ ْذ ُروف اﻝـ ـ َـوﻝ ـ ْـﻴــد َ‬
‫‪55. fast like a boy’s top as he twirls it‬‬
‫‪Spinning with his hand tied to a string‬‬

‫ـب ﺘَـﺘْ ُـﻔ ِل‬

‫ـﺎن‪َ ،‬وﺘَـ ْﻘ ِـرْﻴـ ُ‬
‫ـﺎء َﺴ ْـر َﺤـ ٍ‬
‫ٕوِا ْر َﺨـ ُ‬ ‫ـﺎﻤـ ٍـﺔ‬
‫ﻝَــﻪُ ْأﻴـطَــﻼ ظَـ ْـﺒ ٍـﻲ‪َ ،‬و َﺴـﺎﻗَــﺎ َﻨـ َـﻌـ َ‬
‫‪56. he has fawn flanks and legs of an ostrich‬‬
‫‪The lope of a wolf and speed of a fox‬‬

‫ـﻼﻴ ـﺔَ َﺤـ ْـﻨ ـظَ ِل‬ ‫ِ‬

‫ﺼـ َ‬ ‫ك َﻋـ ُـر ٍ‬
‫وس أ َْو َ‬ ‫َﻤـ َـدا ُ‬ ‫َن َﻋ ـﻠَــﻰ اﻝﻜـﺘـﻔـﻴـن ﻤ ْﻨﻪُ إِ َذا ْاﻨﺘَ َ‬
‫ـﺤﻰ‬ ‫َﻜ ـﺄ ‪‬‬
‫‪57. as if on his shoulders when he swerves‬‬
‫‪A bride’s mortar and slab for colocynth‬‬

‫ـﺎت ﺒِـ َـﻌـ ْـﻴــﻨِــﻲ ﻗَــﺎﺌِـﻤﺎً َﻏ ْﻴ َر ُﻤ ْر َﺴ ِل‬

‫َوَﺒـ َ‬ ‫ـﺎﻤ ــﻪُ‬
‫ـﺠـ ُ‬
‫ِ‬
‫ـﺎت َﻋ ـﻠَـ ْـﻴــﻪ َﺴـ ْـر ُﺠــﻪُ وﻝِـ َ‬
‫وﺒـ َ‬
‫َ‬
‫‪58. his saddle and bridle stay on him at night‬‬
‫‪Spending night in my eye, not grazing‬‬

‫ٍ‬ ‫ِ‬ ‫ب َﻜـ ـﺄ ‪ِ ‬‬

‫ﻓَـ َـﻌـ ‪‬ـن ﻝَـ َـﻨــﺎ ِﺴـ ْـر ٌ‬
‫َﻋـ ـ َذ َارى َد َو ٍار ﻓ ــﻲ ُﻤ ــﻼء ُﻤـ ـ َ‬
‫ـذﻴ ــل‬ ‫ـﺎﺠ ــﻪُ‬
‫َن ﻨـ َـﻌـ َ‬
‫‪59. a herd appeared to us as if its cows were‬‬
‫‪Virgins of Dawar trailing cloaks‬‬

‫ـﺠـ ْـﻴـ ٍـد ُﻤـ َـﻌ ـ ‪‬م ِﻓــﻲ اﻝ َـﻌ ِـﺸ ْـﻴ َـرِة ُﻤ ْﺨ ِو ِل‬
‫ﺒِ ِ‬ ‫ـﺠـ ْـزِع اﻝـﻤـﻔَـﺼ ِ‬
‫‪‬ـل َﺒ ْﻴَﻨﻪُ‬ ‫ُ‬
‫ﻓَ ـﺄ َْدَﺒـ ْـرَن َﻜــﺎﻝـ ِ‬
‫‪61. they spread as beads with cowries between‬‬
‫‪On a boy’s neck, fine as to both uncles‬‬

‫ﺼـ ‪‬ـرٍة ﻝَـ ْـم ﺘُـ َـز‪‬ﻴـ ِـل‬ ‫ِ‬ ‫ِ‬ ‫ـﺎدﻴ ـ ِ‬
‫ِ‬
‫َﺠـ َـواﺤـ ُـرَﻫــﺎ ﻓــﻲ َ‬ ‫ود ْوَﻨ ــﻪُ‬
‫ـﺎت ُ‬ ‫ـﺤــﻘَـ َـﻨــﺎ ﺒِــﺎﻝــﻬَ ـ َ‬
‫ﻓَ ـﺄَْﻝـ َ‬
‫‪62. we stuck to the leaders and behind him‬‬
‫‪Their strays in a herd, not scattering‬‬

‫ِد ارﻜ ـﺎً‪ ،‬وﻝَــم ﻴـ ْـﻨــﻀـ ْـﺢ ﺒِــﻤ ٍ‬

‫ـﺎء ﻓَُﻴ ْﻐ َﺴ ِل‬ ‫ـﺠ ٍﺔ‬ ‫اء َﺒـ ْـﻴـ َـن ﺜَـ ْـوٍر َ‬ ‫ﻓَــﻌـ َ ِ‬
‫َ‬ ‫َ ْ َ َ‬ ‫َ‬ ‫وﻨـ ْـﻌـ َ‬ ‫ـﺎدى ﻋـ َـد ً‬ ‫َ‬
‫‪63. he ran with a leap between the bull and cow‬‬
‫‪Gaining, not wet with sweat but washed‬‬

‫اء أ َْو ﻗَـ ِـد ْﻴـ ٍـر ُﻤـ َـﻌـ ‪‬‬

‫ـﺠ ِل‬ ‫ـف ِﺸــو ٍ‬ ‫ِ‬
‫ﺼـﻔ ـﻴـ َ َ‬
‫َ‬
‫وظَـ ‪‬ـل طُــﻬــﺎةُ اﻝــﻠ‪ْ ‬ـﺤِم ِﻤن ﺒ ْﻴ ِن ﻤ ْﻨ ِ‬
‫ـﻀ ٍﺞ‬ ‫َ ُ‬ ‫َ‬ ‫َ‬
‫‪64. the cook did the meat while it roasted as‬‬
‫‪Braised strips or in a quick kettle‬‬
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‫ـﺴ ـ ‪‬ﻔ ِل‬ ‫ِ ِ‬ ‫َﻤــﺘَــﻰ ﺘَـ َـر ‪‬‬

‫ق اﻝـ َـﻌـ ْـﻴـ ُـن ﻓـ ْـﻴــﻪ ﺘَـ َ‬ ‫اح اﻝـط‪ْ ‬ـر ُ‬
‫ف ﻴـﻨﻔض رأﺴﻪ‬ ‫ور ْﺤـ َـﻨــﺎ َور َ‬
‫ُ‬
‫‪65. we return, the horse bends, shaking his head‬‬
‫‪When the eye looks at him it approves‬‬

‫ـب ﻤــرﺠ ِ‬
‫‪‬ـل‬ ‫ﻋــﺼــﺎرةُ ِﺤ ـ‪‬ﻨـ ٍ‬
‫ـﺎء ﺒِـ َ ٍ‬ ‫ـﺎدﻴ ـ ِ‬
‫ـﺎت ﺒِ ـ َـﻨـ ْـﺤـ ِـرِﻩ‬ ‫ِ‬ ‫َﻜـ ـﺄ ‪ِ ‬‬
‫ـﺸـ ْـﻴـ ُ َ‬ ‫ُ َ َ‬ ‫ـﺎء اﻝــﻬَـ َ‬
‫َن د َﻤ ـ َ‬
‫‪66. as if the leader’s blood were on his chest‬‬
‫‪The henna dye with the white legs‬‬

‫َﻋ َزِل‬
‫ـس ﺒِﺄ ْ‬ ‫ﺒِـﻀـ ٍ‬
‫ـق اﻷ َْر ِ‬
‫ض ﻝَْﻴ َ‬ ‫ـﺎف ﻓُـ َـوْﻴ َ‬ ‫َ‬ ‫وأﻨـت إِ َذا ْ‬
‫اﺴــﺘَـ ْـدَﺒـ ْـرﺘَــﻪُ َﺴ ـ ‪‬د ﻓَـ ْـر َﺠــﻪُ‬
‫‪67. when you get behind him he bars his split‬‬
‫‪With a long tail above ground, not bent‬‬

‫ـﻲ ُﻤـ َﻜـﻠ‪ِ ‬ل‬

‫َﻜـﻠَـ ْـﻤـ ِـﻊ اﻝـ َـﻴـ َـد ْﻴـ ِـن ِﻓــﻲ َﺤ ـﺒِـ ‪‬‬ ‫ـك َو ِﻤ ْـﻴ َ‬
‫ـﻀــﻪُ‬ ‫ـﺎر ﺘَـ َـرى َﺒـ ْـرﻗ ـﺎً أ ُِرْﻴـ َ‬
‫أﺤـ ِ‬
‫‪68. o friend, do you not see lightning glitter‬‬
‫‪Like two hands flashing in a cloud crown‬‬

‫اﻝﻤﻔَﺘ‪ِ ‬ل‬ ‫‪ِ ‬‬ ‫ِ‬ ‫ـﻀــﻲء ﺴـ َـﻨــﺎﻩ أَو ﻤــﺼــﺎﺒِْﻴﺢ ر ِ‬

‫اﻫ ٍب‬ ‫ﻴـ ِ‬
‫أَﻤــﺎن اﻝ ـ ‪‬ﺴــﻠـ ْـﻴ ـطَ ﺒﺎﻝـذَﺒـﺎل ُ‬ ‫ُ َ ُ ْ َ َ ُ َ‬ ‫ُ‬
‫‪69. its flame glows like a monk’s lamp as he‬‬
‫‪Pours oil on the plaited wick‬‬

‫وﺒـ ْـﻴـ َـن إﻜــﺎم‪ُ ،‬ﺒـ ْـﻌـ َـد َﻤــﺎ ُﻤــﺘَ ـ َﺄ ‪‬ﻤـ ــﻠِــﻲ‬
‫َ‬ ‫وﺼـ ْـﺤـ َـﺒــﺘِــﻲ َﺒ ْـﻴ َن ﺤﺎﻤر‬
‫ت ﻝَــﻪُ ُ‬
‫ﻗَـ َـﻌـ ْـد ُ‬
‫‪70. I and my friends sat for it between Hamir‬‬
‫‪And Ikam contemplating from a distance‬‬

‫ـﺎن َد ْو َح اﻝ َﻜ َـﻨ ْـﻬَﺒ ِل‬

‫ـب َﻋ ـﻠَــﻰ اﻷ ْذﻗَـ ِ‬
‫َﻴ ـ ُﻜـ ‪‬‬ ‫ـﺢ اﻝـﻤﺎء ﻋن ﻜل ٍ‬
‫ﻓﻴﻘﺔ‬ ‫ـﺴـ ‪َ َ ‬‬ ‫ـﺤــﻰ َﻴـ ُ‬
‫َﻀـ َ‬
‫ﻓﺄ ْ‬
‫‪71. early it poured water in each milking‬‬
‫‪Falling on the chins of tall trees‬‬

‫وﻻَ أُطُـ ـﻤـ ـﺎً إِﻻ‪ ‬ﻤـ ِـﺸ ـﻴ ــداً ﺒِـ ِ‬

‫ـﺠـ ْـﻨـ َـد ِل‬ ‫ع َﻨ ْـﺨ ـﻠَ ٍـﺔ‬
‫ـﺎء ﻝَ ْـم َﻴـﺘْـ ُـر ْك ﺒِـﻬَـﺎ ِﺠـ ْذ َ‬
‫وﺘَ ْـﻴ َـﻤ َ‬
‫َ‬ ‫َ‬
‫‪72. not leaving in Tayma any stumps of palms‬‬
‫‪Nor fort except those walled with rock‬‬

‫ـﺎء َﻓ ْﻠ َﻜﺔُ ِﻤ ْﻐ َزِل‬

‫ِﻤــن اﻝ ـ ‪‬ﺴـ ْـﻴـ ِـل واﻝـ ُـﻐ ـﺜّـ ِ‬
‫َ‬ ‫َ‬ ‫ـﺠـ ْـﻴـ ِـﻤـ ِـر ُﻏـ ْـد َوةً‬ ‫َن ُذ َرى َأر ِ‬
‫ْس اﻝ ُـﻤـ َ‬ ‫َﻜ ـﺄ ‪‬‬
‫‪73. as if Tamiyya of Mujaimar in the morning‬‬
‫‪Were a spindle’s whorl of flow and scum‬‬
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‫ـﺎس ِﻓــﻲ ﺒِــﺠـ ٍ‬

‫ـﺎد ُﻤ ـ َـز‪‬ﻤ ِـل‬ ‫َﻜ ـﺒِـ ْـﻴـ ُـر أَُﻨ ـ ٍ‬ ‫َن أﺒ ــﺎﻨـ ـﺎً ِﻓــﻲ أﻓ ــﺎﻨ ـﻴــن ودﻗــﻪ‬
‫َﻜ ـ ـﺄ ‪‬‬
‫َ‬
‫‪74. if Aban in the force of the downpour‬‬
‫‪Were a great chief in a striped coat‬‬

‫ِ‬ ‫ُﻨـ ُـزو َل اﻝـﻴـﻤــﺎﻨِـﻲ ِذي ِ‬

‫اﻝﻌ َـﻴ ِ‬ ‫ِ‬ ‫ِ‬
‫اﻝﻤﺤﻤل‬ ‫ﺎب‬ ‫ْ ََ‬ ‫ﺎﻋﻪُ‬ ‫وأَْﻝــﻘَــﻰ ﺒِـ َ‬
‫ـﺼـ ْـﺤـ َـراء اﻝ َـﻐـﺒ ْـﻴط َﺒ َﻌ َ‬
‫‪75. cast on Ghabit desert its load, Yemeni‬‬
‫‪Baggage of striped and coloured cloth‬‬

‫ﺼ ِل‬ ‫ـﺼ َـوى أََﻨﺎﺒِْﻴ ُ‬ ‫ِِ‬ ‫َن ﺴـﺒــﺎﻋ ـﺎً ِﻓـ ْـﻴـ ِـﻪ َﻏـ ْـرﻗَــﻰ ُﻏ ّ‬
‫ش َﻋ ْﻨ ُ‬ ‫ﺒِ ـﺄ َْر َﺠــﺎﺌــﻪ اﻝـﻘُ ْ‬ ‫ـدﻴـﺔ‬ ‫َﻜ ـﺄ ‪‬‬
‫‪76. as if beasts drowned in it in the morning‬‬
‫‪In the farthest regions like onion bulbs‬‬

‫ـﺴـ ُـرﻩُ َﻋ ـﻠَــﻰ اﻝ ـ ‪‬ﺴــﺘَـ ِ‬

‫ـﺎر ﻓَـ َـﻴ ـ ْذُﺒل‬ ‫َوأ َْﻴـ َ‬ ‫ﺼ ْـوﺒِ ِﻪ‬ ‫ِ‬
‫ط ٍـن‪ ،‬ﺒِـﺎﻝـ ‪‬ﺸ ْـﻴـم‪ ،‬أ َْﻴ َـﻤ ُـن َ‬
‫َﻋـﻠَـﻰ ﻗَـ َ‬
‫‪77. on Qatan the glance of a right hand shower‬‬
‫‪Its left on Sitar and then Yadhbul‬‬

‫ـﺼ َـم ِﻤ ْن ُﻜ ‪‬ل َﻤ ْﻨ ِزِل‬ ‫ِ‬

‫ﻓَ ـﺄ َْﻨـ َـز َل ﻤـ ْـﻨــﻪُ اﻝ ُـﻌ ْ‬ ‫ـﺴﺎن ﻤــﻊ اﻝﻠ ِ‬
‫ـﻴل َﺒ ْرَﻜﻪُ‬ ‫ِ‬
‫َوأَْﻝ ـﻘــﻰ ﺒـ َـﺒ ـﻴـ َ َ َ‬
‫‪78. It hurled on Bisan its beast at night‬‬
‫‪Brought down the goats from every field.‬‬