Miss my lover, hanging in my former residence, in the sand dunes, in front of the ruins.

South and north winds blow back and forth,

The falling sand failed to cover up the remains of her former residence.

I used to chase pleasure here, and I can't bear to look back.

Now antelope dung is everywhere, and the particles are like Chili balls.

It's like going back to the day they left,

Under the rubber tree, I am like a bitter gourd, miserable.

My friend bridled the reins and comforted me by saying:

"Cheer up, don't be too sad!"

It's sad to know that people are in heaven,

But when it comes to treating heart disease, there are only a bunch of tears.

It's like being with Umm Houlehi.

The history of her maid Umm Lebab repeats itself.

In those days, their masters and servants were famous everywhere.

Like the wind blowing lilacs all over the sky.

Thought of here, I can't help but burst into tears.

Acacia tears, dribs and drabs fell on the sword.

I hope I can reunite with this group one day.

Rarely like the day when Daley Jules got together:

That day, I killed my camel for the girls,

Don't make a fuss! My luggage and I will be shared.

Girls throw barbecues at each other,

Sweet and tender, like pieces of silk.

That day, I got on Onezza's camel car,

She was half charming and half angry: "Shit! You are squeezing me out of the saddle! "

Our camel car tilted to one side,

She said, "Get down! Look, the camel's back is almost worn out! "

I said to her, "Let go of the reins!"

Don't kick me out! How can I return the fruit from the tree empty-handed! "

I used to come to my house at night and meet pregnant women.

I also ask breastfeeding mothers to put their children aside.

The child was crying behind her and she turned her upper body.

Busted under me, but refused to move.

One day, after crossing the sand dune, she turned her face.

Swear to God, you'll give me the air.

Fatima Don't be so pretentious!

If we really break up, we must break up!

Do I love you enough to be obedient to you?

This makes you so complacent and arrogant!

If there is anything wrong with my personality,

Wouldn't it be calm to completely eliminate me from your heart?

Why are you crying,

Like a sharp arrow, shoot a broken heart into powder?

Stay indoors, hide the eggs deep in the boudoir,

Let me enjoy and play slowly.

The Pleiades are like jewels and jade belts,

Twinkling in the sky.

I dodged many guards to pick her up,

People will kill me if they see me cheating.

When I arrived, she had undressed and gone to bed.

There is only one shirt behind the curtain.

She said, "Oh, my God! I can't help you,

When will you stop this nonsense? "

I took her hand and slipped out of the boudoir.

She swept away her footprints with an embroidered robe for fear of being found.

Through the clearing in front of the tribal camp,

We came to a flat land, between sand dunes.

I pulled her hair and she fell into my arms.

Tight breasts, plump legs,

Fair skin and slim waist.

Bright and clean chest is like a mirror.

White and yellow, like a complete ostrich egg,

The absorbed nutrition is a rare sweet spring.

She pushed me away, but she showed a beautiful face.

And those charming eyes like antelope.

Jade neck raised, no necklace,

Like the neck of an antelope, it is neither long nor short.

Black hair hung long over her shoulders,

Green silk feathers are like strings of dates and coconuts.

Striped braids are put on the plate

Some are straight, others are curved.

The waist is as soft as a reins,

The calf is as smooth as a tender trunk.

Musk is all over the bed and the morning glow is all over the sky.

Beauty sleeps alone and enjoys leisure.

Slender fingers, soft,

Like branches, like silkworms.

At night, her light can penetrate the darkness,

Like a monk holding a bright lamp.

The seed of love is elegant,

Who doesn't love such a lady?

That men are fickle,

I love you in my heart until the seas run dry and the rocks crumble.

Maybe some people will blame, some people will suggest,

But if I want to forget you, I can't!

Night arrival, like the waves of the sea,

There are thousands of kinds of sadness, which come to my heart and boil me.

Night is like a camel, heavy and lazy,

It can't afford to lie down for a long time, so I can't help but sigh:

"This is a long night! When will you become smart?

-although the daytime depression is still increasing.

Why do the stars in the night sky seem to be tied to the cliff by giant ropes?

Reluctantly refused to move a little! "

As if I were delivering water to the villagers,

It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.

The valley we walked through was like a hungry wild donkey.

Only wolves are howling, as if gamblers were arguing with their families.

I said to the howling wolf:

"We are all poor people with nothing,

You and I both spend money when we get it and never save it.

Will be so thin now; So pathetic. "

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(translated by Zhong Jikun)

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Hanging Poem is an outstanding representative of the literary achievements in the period of Jahiliyah in Arabia (roughly from the end of the 5th century to the beginning of the 7th century). Medieval Arabs especially respected poets. Okaz, near Mecca, holds a poetry competition every year to select outstanding works. They are painted with golden water on fine linen and hung in the Kaaba temple in Mecca, so these poems are called "hanging poems" or "Jin Shi". One view holds that there are seven hanging poems, while the other holds that there are 10 poems. Hanging poems are regarded as the essence of Hutt's long poems handed down from generation to generation. "hit" refers to the poetic style that expresses a series of themes. It has a fixed instrument and structure, generally more than 20 to 100 lines. There is a rhyme throughout the poem. The whole poem consists of three parts: introduction, such as the beginning of Pingdiao site; Transitional compliments, landscape descriptions or memories of the past; Finally, either praise the hero's martial arts, or boast of his noble chivalry, or praise the colorful life of the tribe, or describe the profound philosophy of life and highlight the theme of poetry. "Light" had a far-reaching influence on later poems.

The first poem included in "Hanging Poems" was written by Umrul Ghaith, and enjoyed high praise. Ghaith was also honored as a poet in ancient Arabia. Gus, the son of a tribal chief, lived a free and bohemian life since he was a child. He is good at writing long poems, mainly describing amusement and love adventure. Gus was expelled from the palace by his father because his lifestyle did not conform to the tradition of the palace. After his father was killed, Gus gave up his entertainment life and avenged his father. This hanging poem reflects Gus's early life experience.

This hanging poem was written in strict accordance with the requirements of "Ghthit". The beginning of the poem describes the poet's mourning for his former lover and the ruins on the sand dunes, and then evokes memories of the past.

The poem goes on to describe the poet's love adventure. According to legend, the poet loved his cousin Onija when he was young. One day, the people of the poet began to migrate to other places. After people hit the road, Onija and his maids went to the pond to take a bath. At this moment, Gus suddenly appeared, sat on the girls' skirts and asked them to come out of the water one by one to get their skirts. The girls were helpless and had to do as they were told. Later, in order to calm the girls' anger, Gus killed his camel and cooked them a sumptuous meal. Gus asked to catch up with his men on Oneza's camel and took the opportunity to get into Oneza's camel car and make fun of it. In this poem, the poet humorously describes the scene of flirting with Onezza after he got on her camel car.

Then, the poet turned to write Fatima and he "turned his face" and wanted to "make a clean break" with him; The poet also described in detail a tryst with a beautiful girl on a quiet night, hiding in a sand pit. Gus's description of love adventures has formed a unique style, which has been imitated by poets in past dynasties-he often begins with the girl's sudden surprise and affectionate scolding of the poet to describe the dialogue between the poet and his lover. This shows Gus' profound understanding of female psychology. We can also see from the poem that Gus is good at describing women's fear and caution: "I took her by the hand and slipped out of the boudoir,/she swept away her footprints with an embroidered robe for fear that people would find out." Gus's description of love adventure shows his love for female physical beauty and his bold pursuit of naturalistic love. In the poem, we can see that he loves more than one person, which is inseparable from his position.

The second half of the poem is more complicated, but it mainly describes the scenes encountered by the poet in exile. The poet first showed the depth of the night and his inner sadness: "The night fell, like the waves of the sea,/all kinds of worries came to my heart and boiled me." Then the poet looked forward to the dawn, but thought that even the day could not comfort him: "The night is long!" " When will you become smart? /-Although the daytime blues are still increasing. "Thus, the poet's troubles cannot be ignored. Then the poet wrote that he was wandering around with a water bag on his back. The poet compares himself to a hungry wolf, showing the "haggard" image of a wanderer.

Gus's poetic language is simple and natural. In rhetoric, Gus uses a lot of metaphors, metonymies and metonymies. When describing a beautiful girl, the poet compared the girl to a beautiful jade, to a white antelope, and even more novel, compared the girl to a magic lamp in the hands of a monk: "At night, her light can cut through the darkness,/like a monk holding a bright lamp."

Looking at this hanging poem by Gus, we can know that his artistic characteristics are not based on strict logical thinking, unified poetic structure or deliberate carving. His poems are characterized by the freedom of content and the informality of poetry. They are the intersection of feelings and memories, and they are expressive and expressive. His poems sometimes flow like a stream, repeating memories that once made poets happy or sad; Sometimes, like a flash flood, with the last king's merciful cry. His poems are not only confessions of love and adventure, memories of exile, magnificent and natural descriptions, but also songs of grief and indignation, both external and internal.

Umrul Ghaith initiated a new stage of poetry in the period of Jasilier, expanded the content and perfected the form of long poems. He was the first poet who used the methods of mourning the ruins and remembering his lover, and also the first poet who used rhetorical devices such as metaphor and metonymy. He also set an example for later generations in the art of poetry, and enriched the descriptions of desert, animals, plants, clouds, electricity and other natural scenery in Arabic poetry, leaving a rich legacy for later generations and inspiring us to pay attention to nature in the contemporary era.

(Huang Huang)