وثقت بسعد فما أفلحت – الشاعر البحتري
وَثِقْتُ بسَعْدٍ، فَما أفلَحَتْ
أمانَةُ سَعْدٍ، وَلا خَوْنُهُ
وَقَدْ بُزّ أدْهَمُهُ لَوْنَهُ،
فَرَاحَ سَوَاءً، وَبِرْذَوْنُهُ
وَكَيفَ سُكُوني إلى غَيْبِهِ،
وَلَوْنُ يَدي عِنْدَهُ لَوْنُهُ
I pass by Aleppo with the orchards – the poet Al-Buhtari
I pass by the orchards of Aleppo,
easy view, and live the afghans
And say to Dahman, if you face him,
You say to the morally disturbed we are afflicted
you caught the stinger, and
You have given only the few and the low
I had no hope in…
أمرر على حلب ذات البساتين – الشاعر البحتري
أُمْرُرْ عَلى حَلَبٍ ذاتِ البَساتِينِ،
وَالمَنظَرِ السّهلِ، وَالعَيشِ الأفَانِينِ
وَقُلْ لِدُحْمَانَ ، إنْ وَاجَهْتَ جُمّتَه،
تَقُلْ لمُضْطَرِبِ الأخلاقِ مأفُونِ
أمسَكْتَ نَيلَكَ إمْسَاكَ القُمُدّ، وَلوْ
أعطَيْتَ لمْ تُعطِ غَيرَ…
For your age, I don’t understand understanding – the poet Al-Buhtari
For your age I don't understand
Sahih in loyalty and in steadfastness
When the honorable were called to endeavors
The son of Abraham slackened
And Ibn Tuma sits in an evil house.
Of the Nabataeans, unable to stand
That basmine was smoked…
لعمرك ما أبو فهم لفهم – الشاعر البحتري
لَعَمْرُكَ ما أَبُو فَهْمٍ لِفَهْمٍ
صَحِيحاً في الْوَلاَءِ وَلا صَمِيمَا
مَتَى دُعِيَ الكِرَامُ إِلى المَسَاعِي
تَقَاعَسَ دُونَها ابْنُ ابْرَهِيمَا
ويَقْعُدُ بابْنِ تُومَا بَيْتُ سَوْءِ
من الأَنْباطِ يَعْجِزُ أَنْ يَقُومَا
إِذا…
Screw your flesh, welder – the poet Al-Buhtari
Damn your flesh, welder,
And for your bread, the sweetness that is smelt
You left us early and your head turned gray.
And take care of our needs while you are a boy
in any case you gained a slander
There is no praiseworthy wealth, no…
تبا للحمك أيها اللحام – الشاعر البحتري
تَبًّا لِلَحْمِكَ أَيُّها اللَّحَّام ،
وَلِخُبْزِكَ الوَتِحِ الَّذِي تَسْتَامُ
باكَرْتَ خَلَّتَنَا ورأَسُكَ أَشْيَبٌ
ولَوَيْتَ حاجَتَنَا وأَنْتَ غُلامُ
في كلِّ حالَيْكَ اكْتَسَبْتَ مَذَمَّةً
لا ثَرْوَةٌ حُمِدَتْ ولا إِعْدامُ
قَدْ…
What is the atmosphere that you are disappointed and if you distance yourself from it – the…
what did you hide, And if we see him,
leaving us, or longing for his blood
returns to the boy with the bruise of his sulcus,
If he returns to pouring in a worm, he will regurgitate him
If you find a house, cling to it.
By the thousands,…