ظُبىcutting edges المَواضيthe keen swords وَأَطرافُand the tips القَناthe spears الذُبُلِslender
ظُبى المَواضي وَأَطرافُ القَنا الذُبُلِ
ضَوامِنٌguarantors لَكَfor you ماwhat حازوهُthey seized it مِنof نَفَلِspoils
ضَوامِنٌ لَكَ ما حازوهُ مِن نَفَلِ
The edges of keen swords and the tips of slender spears
The meadows are in bloom, the canals overflow,
guarantee you whatever spoils they have seized.
Sheltering you, gaining merits not lightly won;
وَكافِلٌand a guarantor لَكَfor you كافٍsufficient ماwhat تُحاوِلُهُyou seek it
وَكافِلٌ لَكَ كافٍ ما تُحاوِلُهُ
عِزٌّhonor وَعَزمٌand resolve وَبأسٌand valor غيرnot مُنتَحلِfeigned
عِزٌّ وَعَزمٌ وَبأسٌ غير مُنتَحلِ
And your sufficient surety for all you seek is
Backing you, enough backing to attain your goal -
honor, resolve, and valor unfeigned.
Honor and resolve no faint heart has claimed.
وَماand not يَعيبُكَdisgraces you ماwhat نالوهُthey gained it مِنof سَلَبٍplunder
وَما يَعيبُكَ ما نالوهُ مِن سَلَبٍ
بالخَتلِby stealth قَدmay توتَرbe despoiled الآسادُthe lions بالحيَلِby stratagems
بالخَتلِ قَد توتَر الآسادُ بالحيَلِ
What they gained in plunder brings you no disgrace:
Do not fret if they took some small spoils By guile did the lions unsheathe to strike.
through guile, even lions may be despoiled by stratagems.
In their cowardice they chose to deceive,
وَإِنَّماand only أَخلَدواthey resorted جُبناًout of cowardice الىto خُدَعtricks
وَإِنَّما أَخلَدوا جُبناً الى خُدَع
إِذsince لَمnot يَكُنthere was لَهمُfor them بالجَيشِagainst the army مِنany قِبَلِpower to contend
إِذ لَم يَكُن لَهمُ بالجَيشِ مِن قِبَلِ
They resorted to tricks only out of cowardice,
When they had no might against your brave troops.
for they had no strength to face the army.
Rouse yourselves! God willed your heedlessness
واِستَيقظواand they awoke وَأَرادَand willed اللَهُGod غَفلَتُكُمyour heedlessness
واِستَيقظوا وَأَرادَ اللَهُ غَفلَتُكُم
لِيَنفُذَso it may be fulfilled القَدرُthe decree المَحتومُordained فيin الأَزلِeternity past
لِيَنفُذَ القَدرُ المَحتومُ في الأَزلِ
They were alert, while God willed your heedlessness,
To allow fate's decree, ordained from of old.
so that the fate fixed from eternity might be fulfilled.
They came at you - no shying steeds amid the billows -
حَتّىuntil أَتوكمthey came upon you وَلاand no الماذيُّfine mail مِنwithin أَمَمٍreach
حَتّى أَتوكم وَلا الماذيُّ مِن أَمَمٍ
وَلاnor الظُبىthe sword-edges كَثَبٌnear منto مُرهَقٍone hard-pressed عِجِلِhurried
وَلا الظُبى كَثَبٌ من مُرهَقٍ عِجِلِ
They came upon you with no fine mail near at hand,
No antelope bounding from weary roads.
nor blades within reach of one hard-pressed and hurried.
Soft bows, slack string, restless horses
قَناًspears لَقىًcast aside وقِسيٌّand bows غَيرُnot موتَرَةٍstrung
قَناً لَقىً وقِسيٌّ غَيرُ موتَرَةٍ
وَالخَيلُand the horses عازِبَةٌfar afield تَرعىgrazing مَعwith الهَمَلِuntended herds
وَالخَيلُ عازِبَةٌ تَرعى مَع الهَمَلِ
Spears lay cast aside, and bows were unstrung,
Grazing with mountain goats. Of what use
while horses ranged far away, grazing with untended herds.
Are fangs and claws against thickets and dens?
ماwhat يَصنَعُcan do اللَيثُthe lion لاno نابٌfang وَلاnor ظَفَرٌclaw
ما يَصنَعُ اللَيثُ لا نابٌ وَلا ظَفَرٌ
بِماagainst what حوالَيهِis around him مِنof عُفرٍpale gazelles وَمِنand of وَعُلِibex
بِما حوالَيهِ مِن عُفرٍ وَمِن وَعُلِ
What can a lion do, without fang or claw,
The lion bestrode the eagles and harried
against the pale gazelles and ibex around him?
The antelope into acacia woods.
هَلاwhy not وَقَدwhen already رَكِبَmounted الأُسدُthe lions الصُقورَthe falcons وَقَدand already
هَلا وَقَد رَكِبَ الأُسدُ الصُقورَ وَقَد
سلّواthey drew الظُبىthe sword-edges تَحتَbeneath غاباتٍforests مِنof الأَسَلِspearshafts
سلّوا الظُبى تَحتَ غاباتٍ مِن الأَسَلِ
Why not attack when lions had mounted their falcons, and had
Arrows flew from the quivers of every lithe bowman.
drawn their blades beneath forests of spearshafts,
And they were split into bands in their own land,
مِنof كُلِّevery ضافيَةِample السِربالِthe mail-coat صافيَةgleaming القِذافshooting
مِن كُلِّ ضافيَةِ السِربالِ صافيَة القِذاف
بالنَبلwith arrows فيهاat it الخَذفpebble-flicking بالنبلِwith pebbles
بالنَبل فيها الخَذف بالنبلِ
each clad in ample, gleaming mail—shooting
The least pushed the greatest in their haste.
arrows at it was merely flicking pebbles—
Only - they squandered their wits trusting
وَأَصبَحواand they became فِرقاًbands فيin أَرضهمtheir land فَرَقاًa terror
وَأَصبَحوا فِرقاً في أَرضهم فَرَقاً
يَجوسranges through أَدناهُمtheir lowliest الأَقصىthe farthest reaches عَلىat مَهَلِleisure
يَجوس أَدناهُم الأَقصى عَلى مَهَلِ
and had become bands in their land, a terror,
In their numbers...and many a confident one falls.
their lowliest ranging to its farthest reaches at ease?
Sons of the blond! Your wiles brought you nothing,
وانَّماand only هُمthey أَضاعواneglected حَزمَهُمtheir vigilance ثِقَةًout of confidence
وانَّما هُم أَضاعوا حَزمَهُم ثِقَةً
بِجَمعِهِمin their host وَلَكمand how many مِنof واثِقٍa confident man خَجِلashamed
بِجَمعِهِم وَلَكم مِن واثِقٍ خَجِل
They only neglected their vigilance through confidence
For cunning in every man is kin to failure.
in their host; how many a confident man has been shamed!
You returned with no noble captives. Only weaklings, followers, the dregs!
بَنيO sons of الأَصيفرal-Usayfir ماnot نِلتُمyou gained بمكرِكُمُby your cunning
بَني الأَصيفر ما نِلتُم بمكرِكُمُ
وَالمَكرُand cunning فيin كُلِّevery انسانٍperson أَخوbrother to الفَشَلِfailure
وَالمَكرُ في كُلِّ انسانٍ أَخو الفَشَلِ
Sons of al-Usayfir, you gained nothing by your cunning;
You stripped the threshing floors, carried off Bare white grain bags, seized chickens from their coops!
cunning, in every man, is brother to failure.
Does he who takes horses match their riders for speed?
وَماand not رَجعتُمyou returned بأَسرىwith captives خابَfailed سَعيُكَمُyour striving
وَما رَجعتُم بأَسرى خابَ سَعيُكَمُ
غيرexcept الأَصاغِرthe lesser men والأَتباعand the followers وَالسَفَلِand the dregs
غير الأَصاغِر والأَتباع وَالسَفَلِ
You brought back no captives—your striving failed—
Is the man who takes arms like their owner in battle
but lesser men, followers, and the dregs.
Where conflict spins on the palm of the wrestler?
سَلَبتُمُyou plundered الجُردَthe sleek steeds مُعراةًunsaddled بِلاwithout لُجُمٍbridles
سَلَبتُمُ الجُردَ مُعراةً بِلا لُجُمٍ
والسُمرَand the brown spears مَركوزَةًplanted upright وَالبيضَand the bright swords فيin الخِلَلِthe sheaths
والسُمرَ مَركوزَةً وَالبيضَ في الخِلَلِ
You seized the sleek steeds, unsaddled and unbridled,
An army touched by the evil eye - though no army
the brown spears planted upright, the bright swords in their sheaths.
Lacks some flaw, and this army of ours is peerless!
هَلis it آخذٌone who takes الخَيلِthe horses قَدhaving أَردىfelled فَوارِسَهاtheir riders
هَل آخذٌ الخَيلِ قَد أَردى فَوارِسَها
مثالُthe equal of أَخذِهاtaking them فيin الشَكلِhobbles وَالطوَلِand tethers
مثالُ أَخذِها في الشَكلِ وَالطوَلِ
Is one who takes horses after slaying their riders
The day of Hunain remains their exemplar
like one who takes them hobbled and tethered?
As they are the best of all people with the Seal of Prophets among them.
أَمor سالِبُone seizing الرُمحِthe spear مَكوزاapparently: planted upright كَسالِبِهِlike one seizing it
أَم سالِبُ الرُمحِ مَكوزا كَسالِبِهِ
وَالحَربُwhile war دائِرَةٌrages مِنfrom كَفِّthe grasp of مُعتَقِلِa spear-wielder
وَالحَربُ دائِرَةٌ مِن كَفِّ مُعتَقِلِ
Or is the taker of a planted spear like one who seizes it,
With a single strike they will squeeze you as though
while battle rages, from its wielder's grasp?
You were but white chickens, quaking sparrows!
جَيشٌan army أَصابَتهُمُstruck them عينُthe evil eye of الكَمالِperfection وَماand not
جَيشٌ أَصابَتهُمُ عينُ الكَمالِ وَما
يَخلوescapes مِنfrom العَينِthe evil eye الّاexcept غَيرُone not مُكتَمِلِcomplete
يَخلو مِن العَينِ الّا غَيرُ مُكتَمِلِ
An army struck by the evil eye for its perfection; none
A king of utmost dignity, of proven integrity
escapes the evil eye except the imperfect.
In word and action purer than the immaculate pearl;
لهمfor them بِيَومِin the day of حُنَينٍHunayn أُسوَةٌan example وَهُمَand they
لهم بِيَومِ حُنَينٍ أُسوَةٌ وَهُمَ
خَيرُthe best of الأَنامmankind وَفيهمand among them خاتمُthe Seal of الرُسُلthe messengers
خَيرُ الأَنام وَفيهم خاتمُ الرُسُل
They have an example in the day of Hunayn: those men were
Dawn has not yet faded, the sun has not set,
the best of mankind, among them the Seal of the Messengers.
No sword has snapped, no thongs have given way.
سَيَتَضيكُمapparently: will wear you down بِضَربٍwith blows عِندat أَهوَنِهits lightest
سَيَتَضيكُم بِضَربٍ عِند أَهوَنِه
أَلبيضُthe helmets كالبيضِlike eggs والأدراعand the coats of mail كالحُلَلِlike robes
أَلبيضُ كالبيضِ والأدراع كالحُلَلِ
He will wear you down with blows, at whose lightest
What multitudes the light of Faith has saved
helmets are like eggs and coats of mail like robes:
From darkness! What throngs, for the darkness thick within,
مَلِكٌa king بَعيدٌfar removed مِنfrom الأَدناسtaints ذوpossessing كَلَفٍdevotion
مَلِكٌ بَعيدٌ مِن الأَدناس ذو كَلَفٍ
بِالصِدقto truthfulness فيin القَولspeech والاخلاصand sincerity فيin العملdeeds
بِالصِدق في القَول والاخلاص في العمل
a king far removed from taints, deeply devoted
It has made to see! For how many, at the encounter
to truth in speech and sincerity in deeds.
Did their eyes now modestly drop, gaze down in shame!
فالسمرso the brown spears ماnot أَصبحتhave paled وَالشَمسُand the sun ماnot أَفلَتِhas set
فالسمر ما أَصبحت وَالشَمسُ ما أَفلَتِ
وَالسَيفُand the sword ماnot فُلّhas been blunted وَالأَطوادand the mountains لَمnot تَزُلِhave moved
وَالسَيفُ ما فُلّ وَالأَطواد لَم تَزُلِ
The brown spears have not paled, nor has the sun set;
A land where none was visible but some hero;
the sword is not blunted, nor have the mountains moved.
Now none is seen but some old pile of rubble.
كَمhow many قَدindeed تَجَلَّتhave cleared بِنورِthrough the light of الدينِthe faith مِنof ظُلَمٍdarknesses
كَم قَد تَجَلَّت بِنورِ الدينِ مِن ظُلَمٍ
لِلظُلمof oppression واِنجابَand have parted للاظلالِof shadows مِنof ظُلَلِcanopies
لِلظُلم واِنجابَ للاظلالِ مِن ظُلَلِ
How much darkness has lifted through Nur al-Din's light—
Say to them who have turned their backs:
darkness of oppression—and how many canopies of shadow have parted!
"Where is your modesty? Hide your gaze, eyes downcast!"
وَكَمand how often لِعُمريby my life كفّواthey checked الطَرفthe noble steed مِنout of جُبُنٍcowardice
وَكَم لِعُمري كفّوا الطَرف مِن جُبُنٍ
عِندَat اللِقاءthe encounter وَغضّواand they lowered الطَرفthe gaze مِنout of خَجلِshame
عِندَ اللِقاء وَغضّوا الطَرف مِن خَجلِ
How often, by my life, they checked their steeds in cowardice
The easy way spelled salvation, but had you clung
at the encounter, and lowered their gaze in shame!
To your king, you'd have found the uphill path more sweet.
وَبَلدةٍand many a town ماnot يُرىis seen فيهاin it سِوىexcept بَطَلٍa champion
وَبَلدةٍ ما يُرى فيها سِوى بَطَلٍ
فَأَصبحتthen it became ماnot يُرىis seen فيهاin it سِوىexcept طَلَلِa ruin
فَأَصبحت ما يُرى فيها سِوى طَلَلِ
And many a town where only champions could be seen
You left him exposed, but he granted you quarter Such as if a mountain goat sought would not find!
now shows nothing but ruins.
Still you raced off, hoards lost, neither stumbling nor forced,
قُلsay للمُولّينto those who fled كُفّواcheck الطَرفَthe noble steed مِنout of جُبُنٍcowardice
قُل للمُولّين كُفّوا الطَرفَ مِن جُبُنٍ
عِندَat اللِقاءthe encounter وَغضّواand lower الطَرفthe gaze مِنout of خَجلِshame
عِندَ اللِقاء وَغضّوا الطَرف مِن خَجلِ
Tell those who fled: check your steeds in cowardice
Bare steeds unsaddled, white stocks driven down no ravines,
at the encounter, and lower your gaze in shame.
Nor were you struck by the moan of bolts,
طَلَبتُمyou sought السَهلَthe plain تَبغونَseeking النَجاةَescape وَلَوand had
طَلَبتُم السَهلَ تَبغونَ النَجاةَ وَلَو
لُذتُمyou took refuge بِمَلكِكُمwith your king لُذتمyou took refuge إِلىto الجَبَلthe mountain
لُذتُم بِمَلكِكُم لُذتم إِلى الجَبَل
You sought the plain, hoping to escape; yet had you
Nor were swords reddened for flesh in the evening light.
sought refuge with your king, you would have sheltered against a mountain.
He stood alone
أَسلَمتُموهُyou abandoned him وَوَلَّيتُمand you fled فَسَلَّمَكُمyet he saved you
أَسلَمتُموهُ وَوَلَّيتُم فَسَلَّمَكُم
بِرِفقَةٍwith fellowship لَوif بَغاهاsought it الطَودُthe mountain لَمnot يَنَلِwould attain
بِرِفقَةٍ لَو بَغاها الطَودُ لَم يَنَلِ
You abandoned him and fled, yet he saved you
Till his troops were around him, a band
with a fellowship even a mountain could not win, had it sought it.
To witness it leopards would drop their jaws -
مُسارِعينhastening away وَلَمwhile not yet تُنثلwere emptied كَنائنُكمyour quivers
مُسارِعين وَلَم تُنثل كَنائنُكم
وَالسُمرand the brown spears لَمnot yet تُبتَذَلbeen used وَالبيضand the bright swords لَمnot yet تُذلِbeen humbled
وَالسُمر لَم تُبتَذَل وَالبيض لَم تُذلِ
You hurried away before your quivers had been emptied,
Some fled their reason, some firm-rooted stood stared,
your brown lances unused, your bright blades not humbled.
Heedless of them, he walked his rage concealed,
وَلاnor طَرَقتُمhad you struck بوَبلِwith a downpour of النَبلِarrows طارِقَةًan attacking host
وَلا طَرَقتُم بوَبلِ النَبلِ طارِقَةً
وَلاnor تَغَلغَلَتplunged deeply الأَسيافُthe swords فيinto القُلَلِheads
وَلا تَغَلغَلَت الأَسيافُ في القُلَلِ
You had not hammered an attacking host with a downpour of arrows,
To press them the more as the back way means no escape.
nor had swords plunged deep into heads.
Your nearest is farther than those you deem farthest
فَقامَso he stood فَرداًalone وَقَدwhile already دَلَّتapparently: had given way عَساكِرُهُhis armies
فَقامَ فَرداً وَقَد دَلَّت عَساكِرُهُ
فَكانَand he was مِنfrom نَفسهhis own self فيin جَحفَلٍa mighty host زَجِلِclamorous
فَكانَ مِن نَفسه في جَحفَلٍ زَجِلِ
He stood alone when his armies had given way,
As though you had no notion of his whereabouts.
and in his own person he had a thundering host,
His firmness in your horses' hearts preserved Your spirits beyond what nerveless breasts could bear.
فيin مَشهَدٍa scene لَوif لُيوثُthe lions of الغيلthe thickets تَشدهُapparently: witnessed it
في مَشهَدٍ لَو لُيوثُ الغيل تَشدهُ
خَرَّتwould have fallen لأذقانهاonto their chins مِنfrom شِدَّةِthe intensity of الوَجلِterror
خَرَّت لأذقانها مِن شِدَّةِ الوَجلِ
in a scene that, had the lions of the thickets witnessed it,
The lion in repose is seldom surprised,
they would have fallen upon their chins from sheer terror.
Nor does fate allow the valiant mid assault rash harm.
وسطَamid العِدىthe foes وَحدَهby himself ثبتsteadfast الجِنانof heart وَقَدwhile already
وسطَ العِدى وَحدَه ثبت الجِنان وَقَد
طارَتtook flight قُلوبٌhearts عَلىat بُعدٍa distance مِنfrom الوَهَلِterror
طارَت قُلوبٌ عَلى بُعدٍ مِن الوَهَلِ
Alone amid the foe, steadfast of heart, while
God support you in your aim
hearts far away had taken flight in terror.
As once he supported you in your first feats!
يَعودُhe returns فيهمamong them روَيداًslowly غَيرَnot مُكتَرِثٍconcerned
يَعودُ فيهم روَيداً غَيرَ مُكتَرِثٍ
بِهِمabout them وَقَدand already كَرَّhe charged فيهمamong them غَيرَnot مُحتَفِلِtroubled
بِهِم وَقَد كَرَّ فيهم غَيرَ مُحتَفِلِ
He returns among them slowly, untroubled
What spoils and wealth you gained without return!
by them, having charged among them without a care.
What lands you took, keeping as your earned domains!
يَزدادُhe grows قُدماًbolder in advance اليهمtoward them مِنfrom تَيقُّنِهِhis certainty
يَزدادُ قُدماً اليهم مِن تَيقُّنِهِ
أَنَّthat التأخرretreat لاnot يَحميprotects مِنfrom الأَجَلِthe appointed hour
أَنَّ التأخر لا يَحمي مِن الأَجَلِ
He advances ever more boldly toward them, certain
What flow you gave high streams from a lordly cloth!
that retreat cannot protect against the appointed hour.
What settlements you watered from a hero's bowl!
ماhow كانَwas أَقربَهُمtheir closeness مِنto أَسرِcapturing أَبعدِكُمthe farthest of you
ما كانَ أَقربَهُم مِن أَسرِ أَبعدِكُم
لَوif أَنَّهُمthat they لَمnot يَكونواhad been عنهaway from it فيin شُغُلِpreoccupation
لَو أَنَّهُم لَم يَكونوا عنه في شُغُلِ
How close they were to capturing even the farthest of you,
Dark blood of gashed throats his courser wades;
had they not been distracted from doing so!
No flesh is sweeter than the meager evening meal!
ثَباتهhis steadfastness فيagainst صُدورِthe breasts of الخَيلِthe horses أَنقَذَكُمsaved you
ثَباته في صُدورِ الخَيلِ أَنقَذَكُم
لاdo not تَحسَبواsuppose وَثَباتِthe leaps of الضُمَّرِthe lean steeds الذُلَلِdocile
لا تَحسَبوا وَثَباتِ الضُمَّرِ الذُلَلِ
His steadfast stand against the horses' breasts saved you;
Your sword harvesting the foe you let lie a season.
do not imagine it was the leaps of your lean, docile steeds.
Shorter his respite, the less your saber dulled!
ماnot كلevery حينٍtime تُصابُare caught الأُسدُthe lions غافِلَةًunawares
ما كل حينٍ تُصابُ الأُسدُ غافِلَةً
وَلاnor يُصيبُstrikes الشَديدَone mighty in البَطشِassault ذوone with الشَلَلِparalysis
وَلا يُصيبُ الشَديدَ البَطشِ ذو الشَلَلِ
Lions are not caught unawares every time,
Your arrows never miss their destined quoit;
nor can a palsied man strike one mighty in assault.
No day has turned your hands from holding their course!
وَاللَهand God عَونكَyour helper فيماin what أَنتَyou مُزمِعُهُresolved upon it
وَاللَه عَونكَ فيما أَنتَ مُزمِعُهُ
كَماas أَعانَكَHe aided you فيin أَيّامِكَyour days الأَوَلِearlier
كَما أَعانَكَ في أَيّامِكَ الأَوَلِ
And God is your aid in what you intend,
as He aided you in your earlier days.
كَمhow many قَدindeed ملكتyou possessed لهمbelonging to them مُلكاًa realm بِلاwithout عِوَضٍcompensation
كَم قَد ملكت لهم مُلكاً بِلا عِوَضٍ
وَحُزتَand you gained مِنof بَلَدٍa town مِنهاfrom them بِلاwithout بَدَلِexchange
وَحُزتَ مِن بَلَدٍ مِنها بِلا بَدَلِ
How many realms of theirs you have taken without compensation,
and how many of their towns you have gained without exchange!
وَكَمand how often سَقَيتَyou gave drink to العَواليthe spearpoints مِنfrom طُلىthe throats of مَلِكٍa king
وَكَم سَقَيتَ العَوالي مِن طُلى مَلِكٍ
وَكَمand how often قَرَيتَyou fed as guests العَوافيthe scavengers مِنfrom قَراthe back of بَطلa champion
وَكَم قَرَيتَ العَوافي مِن قَرا بَطل
And how often you have given spearpoints drink from a king's throat,
and feasted scavengers from a champion's back!
وَأَسمَرٍand a brown spear مِنfrom وَريدthe vein of النَحرِthe throat مورِدُهُits drinking-place
وَأَسمَرٍ مِن وَريد النَحرِ مورِدُهُ
وَأَجَدلَand a falcon أَكلهُits food مِنfrom لَحمِthe flesh of مُنجَدِلِone laid low
وَأَجَدلَ أَكلهُ مِن لَحمِ مُنجَدِلِ
And many a brown spear drinks from the vein of the throat,
and many a falcon feeds on the flesh of one laid low.
حَصيدُthe harvest of سَيفكyour sword قَدindeed أَعفَيتهyou spared it زَمَناًfor a time
حَصيدُ سَيفك قَد أَعفَيته زَمَناً
لَوif لَمnot يَطُلhad grown long عَهدُهits interval since contact بالسَيفِwith the sword لَمnot يَطُلِwould have grown tall
لَو لَم يَطُل عَهدُه بالسَيفِ لَم يَطُلِ
Your sword's crop—you have spared it for a while;
had it not been long since it met the sword, it would not have grown tall.
لانكَبَّتmay never deflect سَهمكَyour arrow الأَقدارُthe fates عَنfrom غَرَضٍa target
لانكَبَّت سَهمكَ الأَقدارُ عَن غَرَضٍ
وَلاand may not ثَنَتturn aside يَدَكَyour hand الأَيّامُthe days عَنfrom أَمَلِa hope
وَلا ثَنَت يَدَكَ الأَيّامُ عَن أَمَلِ
May fate never turn your arrow from its mark,
nor the days turn your hand away from hope.
Partial English translation: 76 of 88 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1