دَعِlet العَبراتِthe tears تَنهَمِرُpour down اِنهِماراin torrents
دَعِ العَبراتِ تَنهَمِرُ اِنهِمارا
وَنارَand the fire of الوَجدِlonging تَستَعِرُblazes اِستِعاراfiercely
وَنارَ الوَجدِ تَستَعِرُ اِستِعارا
Let the tears pour down in torrents,
Let the tears flow like a torrent
And the fire of longing blaze fiercely.
And the fire of passion blaze like flames
أَتُطفَأُcan it be quenched? حَسرَتيmy grief وَتَقَرُّand finds comfort عَينيmy eye
أَتُطفَأُ حَسرَتي وَتَقَرُّ عَيني
وَلَمand have not أوقِدI kindle مَعَwith الغازينَthe raiders ناراa fire
وَلَم أوقِد مَعَ الغازينَ نارا
Can my grief be quenched and my eye find comfort,
Will my sorrow be extinguished and my eyes find peace
While I have kindled no fire alongside the raiders?
When I have not lit a fire with the warriors?
رَأَيتُI found الصَبرَpatience أَبعَدَthe remotest مايُرَجّىof what is hoped for
رَأَيتُ الصَبرَ أَبعَدَ مايُرَجّى
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle الجَيشُthe army بِالغازينَwith the raiders ساراmarched
إِذا ما الجَيشُ بِالغازينَ سارا
I found patience the remotest of hopes,
I saw patience as the most distant hope
When the army marched with the raiders.
When the army marched with the warriors
وَأَعدَدتُand I readied الكَتائِبَthe battalions مُعلَماتٍbearing insignia
وَأَعدَدتُ الكَتائِبَ مُعلَماتٍ
تُناديcalling out كُلَّevery آنٍmoment بيfor me سَعاراfiery ardor
تُنادي كُلَّ آنٍ بي سَعارا
And I readied battalions bearing insignia,
And I prepared the regiments with standards
Calling out for me at every moment with fiery ardor.
Proclaiming war at every moment
وَقَدand indeed ثَقَّفتُI straightened لِلهَيجاءِfor battle رُمحيmy spear
وَقَد ثَقَّفتُ لِلهَيجاءِ رُمحي
وَأَضمَرتُand I made lean المَهاريthe Mahri camels وَالمِهاراand the colts
وَأَضمَرتُ المَهاري وَالمِهارا
And I have straightened my spear for battle,
I sharpened my spear for the battle
And made the Mahri camels and the colts lean.
And primed myself for skill and cunning
وَكانَand it was إِذاwhen دَعاناcalled us الأَمرُduty حَفَّتgathered around
وَكانَ إِذا دَعانا الأَمرُ حَفَّت
بِناaround us الفِتيانُthe young men تَبتَدِرُrushing forward اِبتِداراeagerly
بِنا الفِتيانُ تَبتَدِرُ اِبتِدارا
And whenever duty called us, there gathered
Whenever duty called, the young men
Around us young men, rushing eagerly forward,
Would hasten to gather around me
بِخَيلٍwith horses لاتُعانِدُdo not resist مَنwhoever عَلَيهاis riding them
بِخَيلٍ لاتُعانِدُ مَن عَلَيها
وَقَومٍand men لايَرونَdo not regard المَوتَdeath عاراa disgrace
وَقَومٍ لايَرونَ المَوتَ عارا
With horses that do not resist their riders,
With horses that do not falter in combat
And men who do not deem death a disgrace.
And men who do not see death as shameful
وَراءَbehind القافِلينَthose returning home بِكُلِّin every أَرضٍland
وَراءَ القافِلينَ بِكُلِّ أَرضٍ
وَأَوَّلُand the first مَنwho يُغيرُraids إِذاwhen أَغاراhe raids
وَأَوَّلُ مَن يُغيرُ إِذا أَغارا
Behind the homeward-bound in every land,
Behind the caravans in every land
And the first to attack whenever he raids.
And the first to attack whenever we raided
سَتَذكُرُنيwill remember me إِذاwhen طَرَدَتgave chase رِجالٌmen
سَتَذكُرُني إِذا طَرَدَت رِجالٌ
دَقَقتُI shattered الرُمحَthe spear بَينَهُمُamong them مِراراrepeatedly
دَقَقتُ الرُمحَ بَينَهُمُ مِرارا
Men will remember me when they give chase,
You will remember me when men charge
Among whom I shattered the spear time and again;
And I pierce them repeatedly with my spear
وَأَرضٌand a land كُنتُI used to أَملَؤُهاfill it خُيولاًwith horses
وَأَرضٌ كُنتُ أَملَؤُها خُيولاً
وَجَوٌّand a sky كُنتُI used to أُرهِجُهُcloud it with dust غُباراdust
وَجَوٌّ كُنتُ أُرهِجُهُ غُبارا
And a land I used to fill with horses,
A land I once filled with horses
And a sky I used to cloud with dust.
And a sky I stirred up with dust
لَعَلَّperhaps اللَهَGod يُعقِبُنيwill grant me in turn صَلاحاًimprovement
لَعَلَّ اللَهَ يُعقِبُني صَلاحاً
قَويماًsound أَوor يُقيلُنيhelp me recover from العِثاراstumbles
قَويماً أَو يُقيلُني العِثارا
Perhaps God will grant me a better state,
May Allah replace this with righteous fortune
A sound one, or lift me from my stumbles,
Or relieve me of missteps
فَأَشفيso I may soothe مِنthrough طِعانِlance-combat الخَيلِthe cavalry صَدراًa breast
فَأَشفي مِن طِعانِ الخَيلِ صَدراً
وَأُدرِكُand I attain مِنfrom صُروفِthe vicissitudes of الدَهرِtime ثاراvengeance
وَأُدرِكُ مِن صُروفِ الدَهرِ ثارا
So I may soothe my breast through cavalry lance-thrusts,
So I may heal from the stab of spears
And exact vengeance from the vicissitudes of time.
And attain vengeance for the whims of fate
أَقَمتُI remained عَلىwith الأَميرِthe prince وَكُنتُand I was مِمَّنamong those who
أَقَمتُ عَلى الأَميرِ وَكُنتُ مِمَّن
يَعُزُّis difficult عَلَيهِfor him فُرقَتُهُparting from him اِختِياراby choice
يَعُزُّ عَلَيهِ فُرقَتُهُ اِختِيارا
I remained with the prince, and was among those
I stood by the ruler and was among those
Who find it hard to part from him by choice.
Whose separation from him was by choice
إِذاwhen سارَmarches الأَميرُthe prince فَلاthen no هُدوءٌcalm
إِذا سارَ الأَميرُ فَلا هُدوءٌ
لِنَفسيfor my soul أَوuntil يَأوبُhe returns وَلاand no قَراراrest
لِنَفسي أَو يَأوبُ وَلا قَرارا
When the prince marches, there is no calm
When the ruler marched, I had no peace
For my soul, nor rest, until he returns.
Of spirit or rest until his return
أُكابِدُI endure بَعدَهُin his absence هَمّاًworry وَغَمّاًand sorrow
أُكابِدُ بَعدَهُ هَمّاً وَغَمّاً
وَنَوماًand sleep لاnot أَلَذُّI take pleasure بِهِin it غِراراscant
وَنَوماً لا أَلَذُّ بِهِ غِرارا
In his absence I endure worry and sorrow,
I suffered distress and gloom without him
And scant sleep in which I find no delight.
And sleep in which I took no delight
وَكُنتُand I was بِهِthrough him أَشَدَّthe fiercest of ذَوِيِّmy kin بَطشاًin assault
وَكُنتُ بِهِ أَشَدَّ ذَوِيِّ بَطشاً
وَأَبعَدَهُمand the farthest-ranging of them إِذاwhen رَكِبواthey rode مَغاراon a raid
وَأَبعَدَهُم إِذا رَكِبوا مَغارا
Through him I was the fiercest of my kin in assault,
With him I was fiercest in might
And the farthest-ranging when they rode on a raid.
And farthest in raids when we rode
أَشُقُّI cleave through وَراءَهُbehind him الجَيشَthe army المُعَبّاarrayed for battle
أَشُقُّ وَراءَهُ الجَيشَ المُعَبّا
وَأَخرُقُand I pierce بَعدَهُafter him الرَهَجَthe dust cloud المُثاراstirred up
وَأَخرُقُ بَعدَهُ الرَهَجَ المُثارا
Behind him I cleave through the army arrayed for battle,
I cleaved the massed army behind him
And after him I pierce the rising dust cloud.
And tore the stirred up dust in his wake
إِذاif بَقِيَlives on الأَميرُthe prince قَريرَcontent عَينٍeye
إِذا بَقِيَ الأَميرُ قَريرَ عَينٍ
فَدَيناهُwe ransom him اِختِياراًwillingly لاnot اِضطِراراunder compulsion
فَدَيناهُ اِختِياراً لا اِضطِرارا
If the prince lives on, his eye at peace,
When the ruler's eyes were tranquil
We would sacrifice ourselves for him willingly, not under compulsion.
We were loyal to him by choice, not constraint
أَبٌa father بَرٌّkind وَمَولىًand a patron وَاِبنُand a son of عَمٍّa paternal uncle
أَبٌ بَرٌّ وَمَولىً وَاِبنُ عَمٍّ
وَمُستَنَدٌand a refuge إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle الخَطبُcalamity جاراturns cruel
وَمُستَنَدٌ إِذا ما الخَطبُ جارا
A kind father, a patron, and a paternal cousin,
A righteous father, guardian and cousin
And a refuge when calamity turns cruel.
A support when calamity loomed
يَمُدُّhe spreads عَلىover أَكابِرِناour elders جَناحاًa wing
يَمُدُّ عَلى أَكابِرِنا جَناحاً
وَيَكفُلُand he cares for فيin مَواطِنِناour homelands الصِغاراthe young
وَيَكفُلُ في مَواطِنِنا الصِغارا
He spreads a wing over our elders,
Extending protection over our elders
And cares for the young in our homelands.
And ensuring security in our lands
أَرانيmay He show me اللَهُGod طَلعَتُهُhis face سَريعاًsoon
أَراني اللَهُ طَلعَتُهُ سَريعاً
وَأَصحَبَهُand grant him the company of السَلامَةَsafety حَيثُwherever ساراhe travels
وَأَصحَبَهُ السَلامَةَ حَيثُ سارا
May God soon show me his face,
May Allah let me see his rise anew
And make safety his companion wherever he travels,
And may safety accompany him wherever he went
وَبَلَّغَهُand let him attain أَمانِيَهُhis wishes جَميعاًall of them
وَبَلَّغَهُ أَمانِيَهُ جَميعاً
وَكانَand may He be لَهُfor him مِنَagainst الحَدَثانِtime's calamities جاراa protector
وَكانَ لَهُ مِنَ الحَدَثانِ جارا
And grant him all his wishes,
May He fulfill all his hopes
And be his protector against the calamities of time.
And let events be kind to him
Sol 6.1