وَمُشرِفِand lofty الهاديthe neck طَويلِlong السُرىnight travel
وَمُشرِفِ الهادي طَويلِ السُرى
ضافيabundant سَبيبِhair الذَيلِthe tail وَالعُرفِand the mane
ضافي سَبيبِ الذَيلِ وَالعُرفِ
And a steed with lofty neck, far-ranging by night,
With lofty stature and lengthy stride
with abundant hair of tail and mane.
Twisting his tail and bushing his forelock
يُصَرِّفُguides الفارِسُthe rider فيupon لِبدِهِits saddlecloth
يُصَرِّفُ الفارِسُ في لِبدِهِ
طِرفاًa noble steed بِهِwith him أَسرَعَswifter مِنthan طَرفِa blink
طِرفاً بِهِ أَسرَعَ مِن طَرفِ
The rider guides, upon its saddlecloth,
The knight turns his steed with slightest touch
a noble steed, swifter with him than a blink.
Swifter than the blink of an eye
مُؤَدَّباًwell-trained لَوif كانَit were مُستَعبَداًbound to worship
مُؤَدَّباً لَو كانَ مُستَعبَداً
لَمwould not يَعبُدِworship اللَهَGod عَلىon حَرفِan edge
لَم يَعبُدِ اللَهَ عَلى حَرفِ
Well-trained—were it bound to worship,
Well-trained, though were he enslaved
it would not worship God on the brink.
He'd not serve God in the least
مِنamong أَنجُمِstars السَعدِgood fortune وَلَكِنَّهُbut it
مِن أَنجُمِ السَعدِ وَلَكِنَّهُ
يَومَthe day of الوَغىbattle مِنamong أَنجُمِstars القَذفِhurling
يَومَ الوَغى مِن أَنجُمِ القَذفِ
One of the stars of good fortune, yet it is,
Of auspicious stars, but in battle
on the day of battle, one of the shooting stars.
Among the missiles he's unleashed
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