ماnot وَلَدَتbore أُمّيmy mother مِنَamong القَومِthe people عاجِزاًa weakling
ما وَلَدَت أُمّي مِنَ القَومِ عاجِزاً
وَلاnor كانَwas ريشيmy plumage مِنof ذُنابيtail feathers وَلاnor لَغبِinferior feathers
وَلا كانَ ريشي مِن ذُنابي وَلا لَغبِ
My mother bore no weakling among the people,
My mother did not give birth to me as a weakling of the people
Nor was my plumage of tail feathers or inferior quills.
Nor were my feathers plucked from my tail feathers or bald
وَلاnor كُنتُwas I فَقعاًa truffle نابِتاًgrowing بِقَرارَةٍin a hollow
وَلا كُنتُ فَقعاً نابِتاً بِقَرارَةٍ
وَلَكِنَّنيbut I آويtake shelter إِلىat عَطَنٍa camels’ resting place by water رَحبِspacious
وَلَكِنَّني آوي إِلى عَطَنٍ رَحبِ
Nor was I a truffle growing in a hollow;
Nor was I a vain sprout growing in emptiness
Instead, I take shelter at a spacious watering ground.
But I take refuge in a vast, spacious enclosure
أُجيبُI answer إِذاwhen الداعيthe caller دَعانيcalls me وَأَحتَميand defend myself
أُجيبُ إِذا الداعي دَعاني وَأَحتَمي
بِأَبيَضَwith a bright sword مَصقولٍpolished ضَريبتُهُits cutting edge عَضبِkeen
بِأَبيَضَ مَصقولٍ ضَريبتُهُ عَضبِ
I answer when the caller summons me, and defend myself
I respond when the caller calls me and I arm myself
With a bright, keen sword whose cutting edge is polished.
With a white polished sword I sharpened with determination
وَإِنّيand indeed I am لَمِنsurely of قَومٍa people إِذاwhen حارَبواthey wage war against العِدىthe foes
وَإِنّي لَمِن قَومٍ إِذا حارَبوا العِدى
أَغارواthey raid بِفتيانٍwith young men مَغاويرَintrepid warriors كَالشهبِlike meteors
أَغاروا بِفتيانٍ مَغاويرَ كَالشهبِ
And indeed I belong to a people who, when they fight the foe,
And I am among a people, if they fight the enemies
Raid with intrepid young men like meteors.
They launch raids with young warriors like shooting stars
فَلاso do not توعِدونيthreaten me بِالفَخَارِwith boasting فَإِنَّنيfor indeed I
فَلا توعِدوني بِالفَخَارِ فَإِنَّني
سَأَحمِلُكُمI will make you ride مِنّيfrom me عَلىupon مركِبٍa mount صَعبِhard to ride
سَأَحمِلُكُم مِنّي عَلى مركِبٍ صَعبِ
So do not threaten me with boasts, for I
So do not threaten me with frailty, for I
Will set you upon a mount hard to ride.
Will bear you from me on a difficult mount
Sol 6.1