إِذا الشَياطينُ رَأَت زُنبورا

إِذا الشَياطينُ رَأَت زُنبورا

قَد قُلِّدَ الحَلقَةَ وَالسُيورا

قَد قُلِّدَ الحَلقَةَ وَالسُيورا

When the devils see Zunbur,

When the devils saw a wasp

When the devils catch sight of this stinging hornet,

Already fitted with collar-ring and leather straps,

Chained and shackled

Collared with a metal ring and bound in leather straps,

دَعَت لِخُزّانِ الفَلا ثُبورا

دَعَت لِخُزّانِ الفَلا ثُبورا

أَدفى تَرى في شِدقِهِ تَأخيرا

أَدفى تَرى في شِدقِهِ تَأخيرا

They call down doom upon the desert’s hares.

They called upon the keeper of anguish

They cry out ruin for the dwellers of the wild.

Long-eared—you see how far his mouth stretches back.

Expecting further delay

A sloping beast—you see within his cavernous jaw,

تَرى إِذا عارَضتَهُ مَغرورا

تَرى إِذا عارَضتَهُ مَغرورا

خَناجِراً قَد نَبَتَت سُطورا

خَناجِراً قَد نَبَتَت سُطورا

When you face him, you see in his gaping mouth

You’d think, when facing it while vain,

If you confront him when he is unleashed and proud,

Daggers that have sprouted in rows,

It had grown fangs in rows

Daggers that have sprouted in deadly, serrated rows,

مُشَبَّكاتٍ تَنظِمُ السُحورا

مُشَبَّكاتٍ تَنظِمُ السُحورا

أُحكِمَ في تَأديبِهِ صَغيرا

أُحكِمَ في تَأديبِهِ صَغيرا

Interlocking, threading through lungs.

Interlocked, arranging daybreak,

Interlocking fangs that pierce the vitals through.

He was expertly trained while young,

Trained rigorously when young

He was mastered in his discipline while yet a pup,

حَتّى تَوَفّى السِتَّةَ الشُهورا

حَتّى تَوَفّى السِتَّةَ الشُهورا

مِن سَنَةٍ أَو بَلَغَ الشُفورا

مِن سَنَةٍ أَو بَلَغَ الشُفورا

Until he completed six months

Till six months had passed

Until he had fulfilled his first six months of life,

Of a year, or reached maturity,

Or till maturity

Or reached the turning of the year in full maturity,

وَعَرِفَ الإيحاءَ وَالصَفيرا

وَعَرِفَ الإيحاءَ وَالصَفيرا

وَالكَفَّ أَن تومِئَ أَو تُشيرا

وَالكَفَّ أَن تومِئَ أَو تُشيرا

And learned signals and whistling,

Learning cues and whistles-

Understanding the secret sign and the whistle’s pitch,

And the hand when it gestures or points.

Sign or point; it gives you more

And the master's hand, whether it beckons or points.

يُعطيكَ أَقصى حُضرِهِ المَوفورا

يُعطيكَ أَقصى حُضرِهِ المَوفورا

شَدّاً تَرى مِن هَمزِهِ الأُظفورا

شَدّاً تَرى مِن هَمزِهِ الأُظفورا

He gives you the full measure of his utmost speed,

Eagerness- from its dangerous sting

He yields to you the utmost of his boundless speed,

At a sprint, you see his claw, as he drives onward,

Combing chains from its ear

A sprint where you see the claw digging from his force,

مُنتَشِطاً مِن أُذنِهِ سُيورا

مُنتَشِطاً مِن أُذنِهِ سُيورا

فَما يَزالُ والِغاً تامورا

فَما يَزالُ والِغاً تامورا

Tearing strips from his ear.

It still hunts perfectly

Slipping the leather tethers from his eager ears.

So he keeps lapping up heart’s blood

Fox escaped slyly

He ceases not to lap the heart’s deep blood,

مِن ثَعلَبٍ غادَرَهُ عَفيرا

مِن ثَعلَبٍ غادَرَهُ عَفيرا

أَو أَرنَبٍ جَوَّرَها تَجويرا

أَو أَرنَبٍ جَوَّرَها تَجويرا

From a fox he has left sprawled in the dust,

Or rabbit freed from its burrow

From a fox he has left broken in the dust,

Or a hare he has utterly felled.

So God granted the prince

Or a hare he has run down and cast aside.

فَأَمتَعَ اللَهُ بِهِ الأَميرا

فَأَمتَعَ اللَهُ بِهِ الأَميرا

وَلا يَزالُ فَرِحاً مَسرورا

وَلا يَزالُ فَرِحاً مَسرورا

So may God give the prince joy in him,

Continuous joy and bliss

So may God grant the Emir delight in him,

And may he always be happy and delighted,

Honored, blessed glory

And may he never cease to be joyful and glad,

مُكَرَّماً مِن غَبطَةٍ مَبرورا

مُكَرَّماً مِن غَبطَةٍ مَبرورا

يُزَيِّنُ المِنبَرَ وَالسَريرا

يُزَيِّنُ المِنبَرَ وَالسَريرا

Honored and blessed with enviable good fortune,

Adorning the pulpit and bed

Honored in bliss, blessed with every grace,

Adorning the pulpit and the throne.

Adorning the pulpit and the royal throne.