إِنَّ اِبنَ عَمِّكَ وَاِبنَ أُم

إِنَّ اِبنَ عَمِّكَ وَاِبنَ أُم

مِكَ مُعلِمٌ شاكي السِلاحِ

مِكَ مُعلِمٌ شاكي السِلاحِ

Indeed, your paternal cousin and your mother's son

Your cousin and your uncle's son, the weapons master

bears his battle-mark, fully armed.

Pursues the foe unsatisfied, though his wings beat down

يَقِصُ العَدُوَّ وَلَيسَ يَر

يَقِصُ العَدُوَّ وَلَيسَ يَر

ضى حينَ يَبطِشُ بِالجَناحِ

ضى حينَ يَبطِشُ بِالجَناحِ

He breaks the enemy's neck and is not

Think not your cousin still a babe who milk-teats sucked

content, when he strikes, with the wing alone.

Nay, like aloes 'neath the grindstone with poison racked

لا تَحسَبَنَّ أَذى اِبنِ عَم

لا تَحسَبَنَّ أَذى اِبنِ عَم

مِكَ شِربَ أَلبانِ اللَقاحِ

مِكَ شِربَ أَلبانِ اللَقاحِ

Do not think that harming your paternal cousin

See for yourself who comes to aid you midst the lances' points

is like drinking the milk of milch camels;

He who was grieved you in your absence might attack

بَل كَالشَجا تَحتَ اللَها

بَل كَالشَجا تَحتَ اللَها

ةِ إِذا يُسَوَّغُ بِالقَراحِ

ةِ إِذا يُسَوَّغُ بِالقَراحِ

rather, it is like a bone lodged beneath the uvula

when it is washed down with pure water.

وَاِنظُر لِنَفسِكَ مَن يُجي

وَاِنظُر لِنَفسِكَ مَن يُجي

بُكَ تَحتَ أَطرافِ الرِماحِ

بُكَ تَحتَ أَطرافِ الرِماحِ

And consider for yourself who will answer

you beneath the points of spears:

مَن لا يَزالُ يَسوؤُهُ

مَن لا يَزالُ يَسوؤُهُ

بِالغَيبِ أَن يَلحاكَ لاحِ

بِالغَيبِ أَن يَلحاكَ لاحِ

one whom it never ceases to grieve

that a faultfinder should reproach you in your absence.