وَزْن Wazn
وَطاوي ثَلاثٍ عاصِبِ البَطنِ مُرمِلٍ
And one who has passed three fasts, his belly bound, utterly destituteذكاء اصطناعي AI
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
This famous narrative poem by Al-Hutay'ah tells a poignant desert story of acute poverty colliding with the sacred pre-Islamic code of hospitality. In a remote wilderness, an impoverished man and his family face a sudden visitor with nothing to offer, driving the young son to offer his own life to spare his father the shame of failing the guest. The poem captures the tension between extreme destitution and uncompromising generosity, resolving in a sudden reversal of fortune that vindicates their honor.
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السياق The story
ذكر المشاركون أن هذه القصيدة تمثل دراما شعرية تحكي قصة عائلة في الصحراء وضيف مر بها، حيث تتضمن مشهداً يطلب فيه الابن من أبيه أن يذبحه ليطعم الضيف وألا يعتذر بالفقر.
المصدر: منازل القصيد — تلفزيون سوريا Source: The “Manazil al-Qasid” podcast — Syria TV
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النص Poem text
And one who has gone three days fasting, his belly bound tight with hunger, utterly destitute in a barren wasteland where no resident had ever left a trace.
A man soured by harshness, bearing a wild dread of humanity, who from his very surliness counts extreme misery a blessing.
He had left alone in a mountain ravine an old woman, and beside her three shadowy figures you would take for young lambs.
Barefoot and naked, they had never tasted the bread baked in hot ashes, nor known the flavor of wheat since the day they were created.
He saw a figure amid the darkness and it terrified him, but when it stood revealed as a guest, he tucked up his garments and set to work with urgent care.
He cried out, 'O Lord, a guest and no hospitality to offer! By Your right, do not deprive him of meat tonight!'
And his son said, when they stood bewildered by scarcity: 'O my father, slaughter me and make ready a meal for him!'
'And do not plead poverty, lest the newcomer who has alighted think us wealthy and heap wide mockery upon us!'
The father brooded a little while, then held back for a space; and if he did not slaughter his young boy, he had indeed come close to it.
While the two of them lingered, a herd of wild asses hove into view from afar, strung out neatly behind their leader.
Parched with thirst and seeking water, he crept stealthily toward them, though his own hunger for their blood was far greater than their thirst.
He gave them respite until the thirsty beasts had drunk their fill, then loosed an arrow among them from his quiver.
Down crashed a fat female with her young, bursting with meat and heavily layered in fat.
Oh, the joy of him when he dragged her toward his household! And oh, their joy when they saw her wound streaming blood!
They spent the night as nobles who had fulfilled the right of their guest, losing nothing of their own wealth yet gaining a rich prize.
And in his radiant warmth their father became a true father to their guest, and the mother, in her delight, a true mother.
الترجمات الإنجليزية مُولّدة بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ English translations are AI-generated and may contain mistakes.