السيرة · Biography
أشهر شاعرة عربية، عُرفت بمراثيها القوية في أخويها صخر ومعاوية. أثنى النبي ﷺ على شعرها. أسلمت لاحقًا وفقدت أبناءها الأربعة في معركة القادسية.
The most famous female Arab poet, renowned for her powerful elegies mourning her brothers Sakhr and Mu'awiya. The Prophet Muhammad himself praised her poetry. She later became Muslim and lost four sons in the Battle of Qadisiyyah.
السياق التاريخي · Historical Context
من أعظم شعراء الرثاء في تاريخ الأدب العربي، عاصرت الجاهلية وصدر الإسلام.
حقائق · Verified Facts
- اسمها تماضر بنت عمرو السلمية
- اشتهرت برثاء أخويها صخر ومعاوية
- أثنى عليها النبي ﷺ وطلب منها أن تُنشده شعرها
- أسلمت وحضرت معركة القادسية مع أبنائها الأربعة
- استشهد أبناؤها الأربعة في المعركة فقالت: الحمد لله الذي شرفني بقتلهم
القصائد · Poems (17)
أَعَيْنَيَّ جُودَا وَلاَ تَجْمُدَا
O my two eyes, be generous and do not be dry
Will you not weep for Sakhr, the generous one?
يُذَكِّرُنِي طُلُوعُ الشَّمْسِ صَخْرًا
The rising of the sun reminds me of Sakhr
And I remember him at every setting of the sun
وَلَوْلاَ كَثْرَةُ الْبَاكِينَ حَوْلِي
Were it not for the many mourners around me
Weeping for their brothers, I would have killed myself
وَإِنَّ صَخْرًا لَتَأْتَمُّ الْهُدَاةُ بِهِ
Sakhr was one whom guides would follow
As if he were a mountain with fire at its peak
أَعَيْنَيَّ جُودَا وَلَا تَجْمُدَا
O my two eyes, be generous and do not dry up
Will you not weep for Sakhr of generosity?
وَإِنَّ صَخْرًا لَتَأْتَمُّ الهُدَاةُ بِهِ
Indeed, Sakhr—the guides take direction from him
As if he were a banner with fire atop it
يُذَكِّرُنِي طُلُوعُ الشَّمْسِ صَخْرًا
The rising of the sun reminds me of Sakhr
And I remember him at every sunset
وَلَوْلَا كَثْرَةُ البَاكِينَ حَوْلِي
Were it not for the many mourners around me
Weeping for their brothers, I would have killed myself
وَإِنَّ صَخْرًا لَوَالِينَا وَسَيِّدُنَا
Indeed, Sakhr was our protector and master
And indeed, Sakhr in winter slaughtered camels
وَإِنَّ صَخْرًا لَتَأْتَمُّ الهُدَاةُ بِهِ
And Sakhr, the guides follow him
As if he were a mountain with fire on its peak
يُذَكِّرُنِي طُلُوعُ الشَّمْسِ صَخْرًا
The rising sun reminds me of Sakhr
And I remember him at every sunset
وَلَوْلا كَثْرَةُ البَاكِينَ حَوْلِي
Were it not for the many weeping around me
For their brothers, I would have killed myself
وَإِنَّ صَخْرًا لَوَالِينَا وَسَيِّدُنَا
Sakhr was our guardian and our chief
And Sakhr when we wintered would slaughter
أَعَيْنَيَّ جُودَا وَلا تَجْمُدَا
O my two eyes, be generous and do not be dry
Will you not weep for Sakhr the generous?
وَإِنَّ صَخْرًا لَتَأْتَمُّ الهُدَاةُ بِهِ
Indeed Sakhr - guides follow him
As if he were a mountain with fire on its peak
يُذَكِّرُنِي طُلُوعُ الشَّمْسِ صَخْرًا
The sunrise reminds me of Sakhr
And I remember him at every sunset
وَلَوْلا كَثْرَةُ البَاكِينَ حَوْلِي
Were it not for the many who weep around me
For their brothers, I would have killed myself