وَزْن Wazn
يا دارَ ماوِيَّةَ بِالحائِلِ
O Abode of Mawiyya at al-Ha'ilذكاء اصطناعي AI
الفخر · Pride & Self-Celebration
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
This fierce and defiant poem was forged during the final, tragic chapter of Imru' al-Qais's life, as the wandering prince sought the aid of the Roman emperor in Ankara to avenge his father's assassination by the Banu Asad. Blending the melancholic echoes of desert ruins with a relentless, warrior's thirst for blood and retribution, the verses trace a psychological shift from desolation to vindication. The poet confronts his enemies with terrifying precision, transforming grief into an unyielding campaign for vengeance while reclaiming the forbidden pleasures of wine and victory.
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السياق The story
قصد امرؤ القيس قيصر الروم في أنقرة يستنجد به على بني أسد بن خزيمة (رهط عبيد بن الأبرص) الذين قتلوا أباه حجر بن الحارث بعد أن ملكوه عليهم، فبعثت بنو أسد من دس له السم في ثيابه فمات ودفن في أنقرة.
المصدر: الموسوعة الشعرية — دائرة الثقافة والسياحة، أبوظبي Source: The Poetry Encyclopedia — Department of Culture and Tourism, Abu Dhabi
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النص Poem text
O abode of Mawiyya at al-Ha'il, then the open plains, and the two depressions of ‘Aqil!
Its echoes are dead and its traces erased, grown obstinately silent to the questions of the traveler.
Say to Doudan, slaves of the staff: what emboldened you against the bold Lion?
How the eyes are cooled by Malik, and by the sons of ‘Amr, and by Kahil!
And by the sons of Ghanam ibn Doudan, when we hurl their uppermost upon their lowest.
We pierce them with straight thrusts and twisting blows, like the archer drawing his bow for a double shot.
When they scattered in droves like the march of locusts, or like the thirsty sand-grouse of Kazimah.
Until we left them upon the battlefield, their legs pointing upward like dry logs.
Wine has become lawful to me, though I was a man distracted from its cup by consuming cares.
And today I am given drink, carrying no burden of sin before God, nor any stealthy guilt.
الترجمات الإنجليزية مُولّدة بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ English translations are AI-generated and may contain mistakes.