وَزْن Wazn
توضّح في الدجى طرف ضرير
A blind person's glance becomes clear in the darknessذكاء اصطناعي AI
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
Avempace wrote this profound elegy to mourn Amir Abu Bakr ibn Ibrahim after the disastrous frontier policies, political fractures, and enemy advances that ultimately sealed the leader's fate and scattered his followers. Through stark imagery of darkness, shattered loyalties, and cosmic ruin, the poet grapples with the sudden collapse of a protective pillar and the bitter realization that true faithfulness has vanished from the world.
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السياق The story
قيلت القصيدة رثاءً للأمير أبي بكر بن إبراهيم بعد وفاته، إثر فترة توليه الثغر والشرق وما جرى خلالها من أحداث وسياسات أدت إلى تفرق الجمع واقتراب العدو، حتى وافته المنية.
المصدر: الموسوعة الشعرية — دائرة الثقافة والسياحة، أبوظبي Source: The Poetry Encyclopedia — Department of Culture and Tourism, Abu Dhabi
القصة مُستخلصة من المصدر بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ This story was extracted from the source by AI and may contain mistakes.
النص Poem text
A blind person's wandering glance clarifies in the deep dark, flashing like the wild lightning over dry scrub.
Oh, by my life, I gave no meager share, yet that vast amount still failed to satisfy them.
Do not call that bright gleam Salma's smiling teeth; to claim so is a sin, a falsehood, and a lie.
How could it be when night sheds no light from her, and no wine jars have breathed fragrance across her courtyard?
It loomed over al-Sudayr, increasing the heart's fierce burning pain by as much as al-Sudayr could summon.
Were it not that the Day of Resurrection will judge me by the decree of a Lord who never acts unjustly,
I would have called down a curse on al-Mushaqqar to suffer the very punishment dealt to this deceitful world.
Time has given free rein to hostility against him, and the fierce roaring lion was injured through his cub.
We have turned the eras over and found neither bellies nor backs that harbor true loyalty,
save for a memory I converse with; indeed, had it not been for the Amir, everything would have been erased, but for the Amir.
A mighty hero whose generosity shames the pouring rain, and whose battlefield fury mocks the midday heat.
We cried out in bewilderment when his two palms were raging oceans wherein a fierce blaze burns.
Is there any real dispute left in what you have heard, where the opponent himself acts as the one who absolves?
الترجمات الإنجليزية مُولّدة بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ English translations are AI-generated and may contain mistakes.