إِلىto اِبنِthe son of الأُلىthose who شادواbuilt up الرَغائِبَrich bounties بِالظُبىwith sword-edges
إِلى اِبنِ الأُلى شادوا الرَغائِبَ بِالظُبى
وَعَمّواand bestowed on all البَراياmankind بِاللُهىwith gifts وَالرَغائِبِand rich bounties
وَعَمّوا البَرايا بِاللُهى وَالرَغائِبِ
To the son of those who built up rich bounties with sword-edges,
And showered all mankind with gifts and rich bounties.
إِذاwhen طَلَبواthey seek روحَthe ease of الحَياةِlife وَطيبَهاand its sweetness
إِذا طَلَبوا روحَ الحَياةِ وَطيبَها
فَبَينَthen amid سِواقٍdriving forces لِلرَدىtoward death وَحَواصِبِand stone-pelting storms
فَبَينَ سِواقٍ لِلرَدى وَحَواصِبِ
When they seek life's ease and sweetness,
Then amid death-driving forces and stone-pelting storms.
إِذاwhen البيضُthe white swords فيamid سودِthe black القَساطِلِclouds of battle-dust أَنجُمٌstars
إِذا البيضُ في سودِ القَساطِلِ أَنجُمٌ
غَوارِبُsetting تَهويplunging فيinto الطُلىthroats وَالغَوارِبِand withers
غَوارِبُ تَهوي في الطُلى وَالغَوارِبِ
When white swords are stars amid black clouds of battle-dust,
Setting, plunging into throats and withers;
وَتَحمِلُهُمand bear them يَومَon the day of الكَريهَةِbattle ضُمَّرٌlean steeds
وَتَحمِلُهُم يَومَ الكَريهَةِ ضُمَّرٌ
تَشولُraise their tails إِلىtoward الهَيجاءِbattle شَولَthe tail-raising of العَقارِبِscorpions
تَشولُ إِلى الهَيجاءِ شَولَ العَقارِبِ
And lean steeds bear them on the day of battle,
Raising their tails as they go to battle, like scorpions.
فَكَمand how many a وَقفَةٍstand فيamid الرَوعِterror مِنهُمof theirs وَحَملَةٍand a charge
فَكَم وَقفَةٍ في الرَوعِ مِنهُم وَحَملَةٍ
أَثارَتroused بَناتُthe daughters of الحَتفِdeath مِنfrom كُلِّevery جانِبِside
أَثارَت بَناتُ الحَتفِ مِن كُلِّ جانِبِ
And how many a stand of theirs amid terror, and a charge,
Have death's daughters roused from every side,
تَرُدُّturns الجِيادَfine steeds تَحتَbeneath قَسطَلَةِthe dust cloud of الوَغىbattle
تَرُدُّ الجِيادَ تَحتَ قَسطَلَةِ الوَغى
جَنائِبَriderless mounts أَوor تَقتادُهاleads them فيamong الجَنائِبِthe spare mounts
جَنائِبَ أَو تَقتادُها في الجَنائِبِ
Turning steeds beneath the dust cloud of battle
Into riderless mounts, or leading them among spare horses,
بِأَبيَضَwith a white sword مَصقولٍpolished كَأَنَّas though بِحَدِّهِon its edge
بِأَبيَضَ مَصقولٍ كَأَنَّ بِحَدِّهِ
ضَرائِبَnotches مِنfrom تَصميمِهِits cleaving through فيinto الضَرائِبِthe bodies struck
ضَرائِبَ مِن تَصميمِهِ في الضَرائِبِ
With a polished white sword, as though its edge bore
Notches from its cleaving through the bodies it strikes.
Sol 6.1