فَزَعَwas startled الدُجىthe night-darkness لِأَنينِهِby his groaning المُتَرَدِّدِechoing
فَزَعَ الدُجى لِأَنينِهِ المُتَرَدِّدِ
وَبَداand appeared الصَباحُthe morning لَهُto him بِوَجهٍwith a face أَربَدِashen
وَبَدا الصَباحُ لَهُ بِوَجهٍ أَربَدِ
The darkness was startled by his echoing groans,
The gloom shuddered at his echoing moan,
and morning appeared to him with an ashen face.
And dawn appeared to him with a ghastly face.
مُلقىًcast down عَلىupon عاديancient الصَيعدِearth مُلَحَّبٌlacerated
مُلقىً عَلى عادي الصَيعدِ مُلَحَّبٌ
فيin الحَربِbattle يَلتَحِفُwraps himself in النَجيعَgore وَيَرتَديand clothes himself
في الحَربِ يَلتَحِفُ النَجيعَ وَيَرتَدي
Cast upon the ancient earth, lacerated,
Laid out on the mountain slopes, wounded,
in battle he wraps himself in gore and wears it.
In war he wraps himself in resolve and is clad in it.
هاجَتهُstirred him يَومَon the day of الرَوعِterror حِميَةُfierce zeal باسِلٍa valiant man
هاجَتهُ يَومَ الرَوعِ حِميَةُ باسِلٍ
خَوّاضِone who wades through أَهوالِthe terrors of الكَريهَةِbattle أَنجَدِmost courageous
خَوّاضِ أَهوالِ الكَريهَةِ أَنجَدِ
A valiant man's fierce zeal stirred him on the day of terror,
On the day of turmoil, his zeal was that of the valiant,
a most courageous man who wades through battle's horrors.
Plunging into the horrors of the hateful fight.
يَحميhe guards الحَقيقَةَwhat must be defended يَومَwhen تَلمَعُflash فيamong الطُلىthroats
يَحمي الحَقيقَةَ يَومَ تَلمَعُ في الطُلى
بيضُwhite الظُبىsword-edges تَحتَbeneath العَجاجِthe dust cloud الأَسوَدِblack
بيضُ الظُبى تَحتَ العَجاجِ الأَسوَدِ
He guards his sacred charge when there flash at the throats
He protects truth when it shines forth in the dark,
white sword-edges beneath the black dust.
White flowers under black, churning clouds.
شَقَّhe broke through الصُفوفَthe ranks إِلىtoward الحُتوفِdeaths مُغامِراًventuring
شَقَّ الصُفوفَ إِلى الحُتوفِ مُغامِراً
فيin الحَربِwar يوقِدُهاhe kindles it وَلَمّاand not yet تَخمَدِdie down
في الحَربِ يوقِدُها وَلَمّا تَخمَدِ
He broke through the ranks, venturing toward doom,
He broke through ranks into the enemy lines, venturing
in war, feeding its flames before they had died down.
To ignite war when its fires had died down.
لاnot يرهبُhe fears المَوتَdeath الوَحِيَّswift إِذاwhen دَناit draws near
لا يرهبُ المَوتَ الوَحِيَّ إِذا دَنا
وَيَخافُand he fears قَولَthe words of اللائِمينَthe reproachers أَلاcome now ابعدِbe gone
وَيَخافُ قَولَ اللائِمينَ أَلا ابعدِ
He does not fear swift death when it draws near,
When death draws near, it does not terrify the resolute one,
but fears the reproachers' cry: 'Away with you!'
Though he fears the words of critics, "Woe, keep away!"
مُستَبسِلٌfearlessly steadfast تَحتَbeneath العَجاجِthe dust cloud كَأَنَّهُas though he
مُستَبسِلٌ تَحتَ العَجاجِ كَأَنَّهُ
صادٍa thirsty man تُعَلِّلُهُentice him السُيوفُthe swords بِمَورِدِwith a watering-place
صادٍ تُعَلِّلُهُ السُيوفُ بِمَورِدِ
Fearlessly steadfast beneath the dust, as though he were
Steadfast under the black clouds, as if
a thirsty man whom swords entice with a watering-place.
He were a boulder battered by the swords.
نُصِبَتwere arrayed لَهُfor him الجَنّاتُthe gardens of Paradise تَحتَbeneath ظِلالِهاthe shades of
نُصِبَت لَهُ الجَنّاتُ تَحتَ ظِلالِها
فَهَفاso he rushed إِلَيهاtoward them كَرَّةَthe charge of المُستَشهِدِone seeking martyrdom
فَهَفا إِلَيها كَرَّةَ المُستَشهِدِ
Gardens of Paradise were arrayed for him beneath their shade,
The gardens were set up for him in their shade,
so he rushed toward them with a martyr-seeker's charge.
So he hurried to them like a dedicated martyr.
وَدَناand he drew near فَحَيّاهُthen greeted him النَبِيُّthe Prophet وَكَبَّرَتand proclaimed God's greatness
وَدَنا فَحَيّاهُ النَبِيُّ وَكَبَّرَت
شُهَداءُthe martyrs of بَدرٍBadr حَولَaround ذاكَthat المَشهَدِscene
شُهَداءُ بَدرٍ حَولَ ذاكَ المَشهَدِ
He drew near; the Prophet greeted him, and God's greatness was proclaimed
The Prophet greeted him and the martyrs of Badr
by the martyrs of Badr around that scene.
Gathered around that scene.
نَفَذَتpierced through عَلَيهِto strike him الفَيلَقَينِthe two armies قَذيفَةٌa shell
نَفَذَت عَلَيهِ الفَيلَقَينِ قَذيفَةٌ
مالَتtilted بِمَنكِبِهِhis shoulder وَطارَتand carried away بِاليَدِthe hand
مالَت بِمَنكِبِهِ وَطارَت بِاليَدِ
A shell pierced through both armies to strike him,
A barrage from the brigades rained down on him
tilting his shoulder and carrying off his hand.
And swerved to strike his shoulder and flew from his hand.
فَهَوىso he fell يَهُزُّshakes العَرشَthe Throne رَجعُthe echo of أَنينِهِhis groaning
فَهَوى يَهُزُّ العَرشَ رَجعُ أَنينِهِ
وَيُثيرُand rouses مِنsome of حَرَدِthe wrath of المَسيحِthe Messiah وَأَحمَدِand Ahmad
وَيُثيرُ مِن حَرَدِ المَسيحِ وَأَحمَدِ
He fell; the echo of his groaning shook the Throne
He fell, shaking the Throne with his moan
and roused the wrath of the Messiah and Ahmad.
And stirring grief in the Messiah and Ahmed.
عَكَفَتgathered عَلَيهِover him الطَيرُthe birds تَحسَبُsupposing أَنَّماthat
عَكَفَت عَلَيهِ الطَيرُ تَحسَبُ أَنَّما
طاحَتbrought down بِهِhim أَيديthe hands of الرَدىdeath وَكَأَنْand as though قَدِindeed
طاحَت بِهِ أَيدي الرَدى وَكَأَنْ قَدِ
Birds gathered over him, supposing that
The birds gathered over him, thinking
death's hands had brought him down—as though indeed they had.
The hands of fate had brought him down, as if it were destined.
باتَتkept all night مَناسِرُهاtheir beaks تَمُزِّقُtearing لَحمَهُhis flesh
باتَت مَناسِرُها تَمُزِّقُ لَحمَهُ
حَيّاًalive وَباتَand spent the night يَقولُsaying هَلis there مِنany مُنجِدِrescuer
حَيّاً وَباتَ يَقولُ هَل مِن مُنجِدِ
All night their beaks kept tearing his flesh
By night their claws ripped his flesh
while he lived, and all night he cried, 'Is there a rescuer?'
As he lay calling, "Is there any helper?"
أَينَwhere الفَوارِسُthe horsemen يَمنَعونَthey guard بَقِيَّتيwhat remains of me
أَينَ الفَوارِسُ يَمنَعونَ بَقِيَّتي
مالِيwhy am I جُفيتُI was forsaken وَكَيفَand how ليfor me بِالعُوَّدِsickbed visitors
مالِي جُفيتُ وَكَيفَ لي بِالعُوَّدِ
'Where are the horsemen to guard what remains of me?
"Where are the horsemen to defend what remains of me?
Why have I been forsaken? How can I find sickbed visitors?
How did I dry up, and how can I recover?"
أَينَwhere البَنونَthe sons وَكَيفَand how أَمسَتhas fared أُمُّهُمtheir mother
أَينَ البَنونَ وَكَيفَ أَمسَت أُمُّهُم
ماذاwhat أَحَلَّinflicted بِهاon her المُغيرُthe raider المُعتَديthe aggressor
ماذا أَحَلَّ بِها المُغيرُ المُعتَدي
Where are my sons, and how has their mother fared?
"Where are the sons, and how has their mother fared?
What has the raiding aggressor inflicted on her?
What has the treacherous aggressor done to her?"
هَلhas صينَbeen safeguarded عِرضٌhonor بِالعَفافِby chastity مُطَهَّرٌpurified
هَل صينَ عِرضٌ بِالعَفافِ مُطَهَّرٌ
صَونيmy safeguarding لَهُof it أَيّامَin the days when لَمnot نَتَبَدَّدِwe were scattered
صَوني لَهُ أَيّامَ لَم نَتَبَدَّدِ
Has an honor purified by chastity been kept safe,
"Did she preserve a pure and untouched virtue,
as I guarded it in the days before we were scattered?
Guarding it for me in days when we were not scattered?"
وَغَداand became البَنونَthe sons مُنعَّمينَliving in comfort نَواضِراًradiant
وَغَدا البَنونَ مُنعَّمينَ نَواضِراً
يَتَجاذَبونَthey vie for ظِلالَthe shades of عَيشٍa life أَرغَدِmore abundant
يَتَجاذَبونَ ظِلالَ عَيشٍ أَرغَدِ
And have the sons become pampered and radiant,
"And have the sons prospered, enjoying
vying for the shade of a life of greater ease?
The shade of a life of ease?"
هَيهاتَfar from it قَدindeed شَغَلَoccupied الفَوارِسَthe horsemen هَمُّهاits cares
هَيهاتَ قَد شَغَلَ الفَوارِسَ هَمُّها
وَنَأىand carried far away بِهاthem طَرَدُthe pursuit of النَعامِostriches الشُرَّدِfugitive
وَنَأى بِها طَرَدُ النَعامِ الشُرَّدِ
Alas! War's cares have occupied the horsemen,
Alas, their thoughts have occupied the horsemen
and pursuing fugitive ostriches has drawn them far away.
And the flocking of ostriches has taken them far away.
ياoh لَيتَنيwould that I مَعَهُمwith them أُغيرُraid مَغارَهُمtheir raids
يا لَيتَني مَعَهُم أُغيرُ مَغارَهُم
وَأَذُبُّand I defend عَنagainst harm to وَطَنيmy homeland بِحَدِّwith the edge of مُهَنَّديmy Indian-forged sword
وَأَذُبُّ عَن وَطَني بِحَدِّ مُهَنَّدي
Oh, would that I were with them, raiding as they raid,
I wish I were with them, raiding their dens,
and defending my homeland with my Indian-forged sword's edge!
Defending my homeland fiercely.
أَينَwhere الأُساةُthe healers فَقَدfor indeed ظَمِئتُI have thirsted إِلىfor الوَغىbattle
أَينَ الأُساةُ فَقَد ظَمِئتُ إِلى الوَغى
وَهيَand it الشِفاءُthe cure لِغُلَّةِfor the burning thirst of القَلبِthe heart الصَديparched
وَهيَ الشِفاءُ لِغُلَّةِ القَلبِ الصَدي
Where are the healers? I thirst for battle,
Where are my comrades? I thirst for the fray,
and it is the cure for the parched heart's burning thirst.
It alone can heal the distress of my heart.
أَأَموتُshall I die أَوor يَبقىremain الحُسامُthe sharp sword مُضاجِعيmy bedfellow
أَأَموتُ أَو يَبقى الحُسامُ مُضاجِعي
وَالحَربُand war عاصِفَةُthe storm of الرَدىdeath لَمnot تَركُدِhas subsided
وَالحَربُ عاصِفَةُ الرَدى لَم تَركُدِ
Shall I die, or will the sword remain my bedfellow,
Shall I die, or will the sword remain my bedmate
while war's storm of death has not subsided?
While war, the gale of fate, has not calmed?
إِنّيI indeed لَأَخشىsurely fear أَنthat يُعاجِلَنيovertake me swiftly الرَدىdeath
إِنّي لَأَخشى أَن يُعاجِلَني الرَدى
فَأَظَلُّso I remain مَحزونَsorrowful الصَدىin echo فيin مَرقَديmy resting-place
فَأَظَلُّ مَحزونَ الصَدى في مَرقَدي
I truly fear that death may overtake me swiftly,
I fear that fate will end me swiftly
so I remain, my echo mournful, in my resting-place.
And I will remain grieving in my grave.
باتَتkept all night خَيالاتُthe visions of الحُروبِwars تَشوقُنيarousing my longing
باتَت خَيالاتُ الحُروبِ تَشوقُني
شَوقَthe longing of الغَوِيِّthe wayward man إِلىfor الحِسانِbeautiful maidens الخُرَّدِbashful
شَوقَ الغَوِيِّ إِلى الحِسانِ الخُرَّدِ
All night visions of war have stirred my longing,
Visions of battles stir up my longing
like a wayward man's longing for beautiful, bashful maidens:
Like the desire of one lost for gentle beauty.
مِنof مِخذَمٍa cleaving sword ماضيkeen المَضارِبِat its striking edges فَيصَلٍdecisive
مِن مِخذَمٍ ماضي المَضارِبِ فَيصَلٍ
وَمُسَوَّمٍand a marked steed طاويlean الجَوانِبِin the flanks أَجرَدِsleek
وَمُسَوَّمٍ طاوي الجَوانِبِ أَجرَدِ
of a cleaving sword, keen-edged and decisive,
For one large-eyed and thick-necked as a camel, Khalid,
and a marked steed, lean-flanked and sleek,
Or bare-headed in battle, Zayd.
وَمُعَضَّلٍand a dire ordeal تُسقىare made to drink الكُماةُthe armored warriors سِمامَهits poisons
وَمُعَضَّلٍ تُسقى الكُماةُ سِمامَه
وَكَأَنَّماand as though تُسقىare made to drink سِمامَthe poisons of الأَسوَدِthe black serpent
وَكَأَنَّما تُسقى سِمامَ الأَسوَدِ
and a dire ordeal whose poisons armored warriors are made to drink,
And Mu'adh, whose sword the warriors sip
as though made to drink the black serpent's venom.
As if they sip the poison of asps.
يَطفوfloats الرَدىdeath آناًat one moment وَيَرسُبُand sinks مَرَّةًat another
يَطفو الرَدى آناً وَيَرسُبُ مَرَّةً
مِنfrom هَولِهِits terror فيin ذيone possessing غَوارِبَwave-crests مُزبِدِfoaming
مِن هَولِهِ في ذي غَوارِبَ مُزبِدِ
Death floats at one moment and sinks at another,
Destiny alternately floats and sinks
from its terror, in a foaming sea of towering crests.
In its enormity, in one with surging, foaming seas.
أَعياproved too difficult عَلىfor عِزريلَAzrael خَوضُplunging into غِمارِهِits depths
أَعيا عَلى عِزريلَ خَوضُ غِمارِهِ
فَاِرتَدَّso he drew back يَرقُبُwatching أَيَّةًwhich direction يَهويfalls الرَديthe doomed man
فَاِرتَدَّ يَرقُبُ أَيَّةً يَهوي الرَدي
Azrael was powerless to plunge into its depths,
Terrifying to Azrael was its plunging into the fray
so he drew back, watching where the doomed man would fall.
So he recoiled, gulping with fright.
أَينَwhere الأُساةُthe healers تُقيمُنيraise me مِنfrom ضَجعَةٍa bedridden state
أَينَ الأُساةُ تُقيمُني مِن ضَجعَةٍ
نَفَدَwas exhausted العَزاءُconsolation وَهَمُّهاand its anguish لَمnot يَنفَدِwas exhausted
نَفَدَ العَزاءُ وَهَمُّها لَم يَنفَدِ
Where are the healers to lift me from a sickbed
Where are my comrades to rouse me from slumber?
where consolation is spent, though its anguish is not?'
Consolation is exhausted, yet their care never ends.
لَبّاهُanswered him مِنfrom أَعلىthe upper reaches of الكِنانَةِal-Kinana أَروَعٌa splendid man
لَبّاهُ مِن أَعلى الكِنانَةِ أَروَعٌ
ماضيresolute العَزيمَةِin purpose لَيسَnot بِالمُتَرَدِّدِat all wavering
ماضي العَزيمَةِ لَيسَ بِالمُتَرَدِّدِ
A splendid man from Upper al-Kinana answered him,
The most remarkable man hailed from the throne,
resolute in purpose, never wavering,
Unwavering in resolution, not hesitating.
مُتَرادِفُsuccessive النَجداتِacts of rescue مُنصَلِتُunsheathed القُوىpowers
مُتَرادِفُ النَجداتِ مُنصَلِتُ القُوى
مُتَطايِحُrushing forth النَخَواتِchivalrous impulses وَاريsparking الأَزنُدِfire-sticks
مُتَطايِحُ النَخَواتِ وَاري الأَزنُدِ
unceasing in rescue, his powers unsheathed,
Bringing waves of support and uniting strength,
his chivalrous impulses rushing forth, his fire-sticks sparking.
And bringing down pretentiousness bare of arms.
يَرميhe meets مَهولاتِthe terrors of الخُطوبِcalamities بِمِثلِهاwith their like
يَرمي مَهولاتِ الخُطوبِ بِمِثلِها
مِنfrom عَزمِهِhis resolve حَتّىuntil تَقولَthey say لَهُto him قَديenough for me
مِن عَزمِهِ حَتّى تَقولَ لَهُ قَدي
He meets the dreadful blows of fate with their like
He hurls the horrors of calamities with their like
from his resolve, until they cry to him, 'Enough!'
From his resolve until it says to him: Enough!
لَبّىhe answered الجَريحَthe wounded man فَفارَقَتهُso left him كُلومُهُhis wounds
لَبّى الجَريحَ فَفارَقَتهُ كُلومُهُ
وَمَضىand he went on فَكانَتand it became وَقعَةًan encounter لَمnot تُجحَدِwas denied
وَمَضى فَكانَت وَقعَةً لَم تُجحَدِ
He answered the wounded man, and his wounds departed;
He answered the wounded man, so his sorrows left him,
he went on, and it proved an encounter none denied.
And he went on to a battle that could not be denied.
فَسَقاso may water الحَياthe rain القَومَthe people الَّذينَwho تَكَفَّلواundertook
فَسَقا الحَيا القَومَ الَّذينَ تَكَفَّلوا
بِقَضاءِto fulfill حَقٍّa duty لِلهِلالِowed to the Crescent مُؤَكَّدِbinding
بِقَضاءِ حَقٍّ لِلهِلالِ مُؤَكَّدِ
May the rain water those people who undertook
He gave those people drink who had pledged
to fulfill a binding duty owed to the Crescent,
To fulfill the right of the new crescent, inevitable.
مِنwhether أَريحِيٍّa generous soul بِالنَدىwith bounty مُتَدَفِّقٍoverflowing
مِن أَريحِيٍّ بِالنَدى مُتَدَفِّقٍ
أَوor أَحوَذِيٍّa resourceful man لِلسَرىto night travel مُتَجَرِّدِwholly devoted
أَو أَحوَذِيٍّ لِلسَرى مُتَجَرِّدِ
whether a generous soul overflowing with bounty,
With dew pouring from his spear or bared
or a resourceful man wholly given to night travel.
For evil, not lagging or falling behind.
يَجتابُhe traverses أَجوازَthe heartlands of المَهامهِdeserts ضارِباًstriking
يَجتابُ أَجوازَ المَهامهِ ضارِباً
فيهاin them بِأَخفافِwith the padded feet of المَطاياriding camels الوُخَّدِswift-striding
فيها بِأَخفافِ المَطايا الوُخَّدِ
He crosses the heartlands of deserts, striking
He plunges into the depths of great trials
their ground with the padded feet of swift-striding camels.
Embracing the hopes of highest ideals and guided aright.
ماضٍpressing on عَلىthrough هَولِthe terror of السُرىnight travel يَفريhe cleaves الدُجىthe darkness
ماضٍ عَلى هَولِ السُرى يَفري الدُجى
بِمَضاءِwith the keenness of عَزمٍresolve كَالشِهابِlike a meteor المُوقَدِblazing
بِمَضاءِ عَزمٍ كَالشِهابِ المُوقَدِ
Pressing on through the terror of night travel, he cleaves the darkness
Cutting the necks of matters, venturing
with the keenness of a resolve like a blazing meteor.
With the resolve of one hunting noble game.
وَإِذاand when الهَجيرُthe midday heat تَوَقَّدَتblazed جَمَراتُهُits embers
وَإِذا الهَجيرُ تَوَقَّدَت جَمَراتُهُ
أَوفىhe rose up فَكافَحَهاthen confronted them وَلَمand not يَتَبَلَّدِgrow sluggish
أَوفى فَكافَحَها وَلَم يَتَبَلَّدِ
And when the midday heat's embers blaze,
Neither wealth distracted him, nor the words
he rises to confront them, never growing sluggish.
Of the deceiver, "Cast down your goods and sit."
قَذَفَتhurled بِهِhim المَرمىthe goal البَعيدَdistant صَريمَةٌa firm resolve
قَذَفَت بِهِ المَرمى البَعيدَ صَريمَةٌ
تَهفوsweep along نَوازِعُهاits impulses بِأَبلَجَa radiant man أَمجَدِmost noble
تَهفو نَوازِعُها بِأَبلَجَ أَمجَدِ
A firm resolve hurled him toward a distant goal,
When we stood to say farewell one night,
its impulses sweeping along a radiant, most noble man,
Hearts jealous of our stance fluttered.
جَمِّgreat in النِزاعِyearning إِلىfor الصِعابِhardships يَخوضُهاhe plunges into them
جَمِّ النِزاعِ إِلى الصِعابِ يَخوضُها
كَلِفٍdevoted بِغاياتِto the utmost heights of العُلىglory وَالسُؤدُدِand lordship
كَلِفٍ بِغاياتِ العُلى وَالسُؤدُدِ
great in his yearning for hardships, plunging into them,
Gabriel was the third of us, and Muhammad's gaze
devoted to the utmost heights of glory and lordship,
Turned toward us from the meadows of Al-Gharqad.
قَطّاعِone who severs أَقرانِthe bonds of الأُمورِaffairs مُغامِرٍventuring
قَطّاعِ أَقرانِ الأُمورِ مُغامِرٍ
فيهاinto them بِهِمَّةِwith the spirit of ذيone possessing بَوادِرَfierce impulses أَصيَدِproud
فيها بِهِمَّةِ ذي بَوادِرَ أَصيَدِ
severing the bonds of affairs, venturing
I bade him farewell as if we two
into them with the spirit of a proud man of fierce impulses.
Knelt in devotion in a mosque's courtyard.
لَمnot يُلهِهِdistract him أَرَبٌa desire وَلَمand not يَقعُدhold back بِهِhim
لَم يُلهِهِ أَرَبٌ وَلَم يَقعُد بِهِ
قَولُthe words of المُغَرِّرِthe deceiver أَلقِput down رَحلَكَyour saddle وَاِقعُدِand sit
قَولُ المُغَرِّرِ أَلقِ رَحلَكَ وَاِقعُدِ
No desire distracted him, nor was he held back by
The secret of God's cloud shaded you
a deceiver's words: 'Put down your saddle and sit!'
And His favor sufficed you with wishes and joy.
لَمّاwhen وَقَفناwe stood لِلوَداعِfor farewell عَشِيَّةًone evening
لَمّا وَقَفنا لِلوَداعِ عَشِيَّةً
خَفَقَتfluttered لِمَوقِفِناat our standing there قُلوبُthe hearts of الحُسَّدِthe envious
خَفَقَت لِمَوقِفِنا قُلوبُ الحُسَّدِ
When we stood one evening to say farewell,
When you come to the valiant, greet them for me
the hearts of the envious fluttered at our standing there.
With the greeting of an ardent, constant lover.
جِبريلُGabriel ثالِثُناthe third of us وَعَينُand the eye of مُحَمَّدٍMuhammad
جِبريلُ ثالِثُنا وَعَينُ مُحَمَّدٍ
تَرنوgazes إِلَيناtoward us مِنfrom بَقيعِBaqi' الغَرقَدِal-Gharqad
تَرنو إِلَينا مِن بَقيعِ الغَرقَدِ
Gabriel was the third of us, and Muhammad's eye
Ask about the martyrs, where are their graves?
gazed toward us from Baqi' al-Gharqad.
When you know, visit them and show devotion.
وَدَّعتُهُI bade him farewell وَكَأَنَّناand as though we لِقُنوتِناbecause of our devotion
وَدَّعتُهُ وَكَأَنَّنا لِقُنوتِنا
وَخُشوعِand the humility of نَفسَيناour two souls بِساحَةِin the courtyard of مَسجِدِa mosque
وَخُشوعِ نَفسَينا بِساحَةِ مَسجِدِ
I bade him farewell; it was as though, through our devotion
Are they between Al-Hatim and Zamzam
and our two souls' humility, we were in a mosque's courtyard.
Laid in tombs, or in the meadows of Al-Furqad?
سِرgo ظَلَّلتَكَmay shade you مِنَfrom الإِلَهِGod غَمامَةٌa cloud
سِر ظَلَّلتَكَ مِنَ الإِلَهِ غَمامَةٌ
وَكّافَةٌcopiously raining لَكَupon you بِالمُنىwith wishes وَالأَسعُدِand happy fortunes
وَكّافَةٌ لَكَ بِالمُنى وَالأَسعُدِ
'Go! May a cloud from God shade you,
I ardently desire, as do the faithful, blood
raining wishes and happy fortunes upon you.
Spilled by the hands of tyrants rejecting truth.
وَإِذاand when أَتَيتَyou reach الباسِلينَthe valiant men فَحَيِّهِمthen greet them
وَإِذا أَتَيتَ الباسِلينَ فَحَيِّهِم
عَنّيon my behalf تَحِيَّةَthe greeting of شَيِّقٍone who yearns مُتَوَجِّدِsorrowing
عَنّي تَحِيَّةَ شَيِّقٍ مُتَوَجِّدِ
And when you reach the valiant men, greet them
Longing hearts of feelings—is there none among the people
on my behalf, with the greeting of one yearning and sorrowing.
To sigh for them or guide them?
وَاِسأَلand ask عَنِabout الشُهَداءِthe martyrs أَينَwhere قُبورُهُمtheir graves
وَاِسأَل عَنِ الشُهَداءِ أَينَ قُبورُهُم
فَإِذاthen when عَرَفتَyou know فَطُفthen go around بِهاthem وَتَعَبَّدِand worship
فَإِذا عَرَفتَ فَطُف بِها وَتَعَبَّدِ
And ask about the martyrs: where are their graves?
Longing for the frozen-hearted! Between their shoulders
Then, when you know, go round them and worship.
Lie dead hearts propped up by the frozen.
وَإِخالُهاand I imagine them بَينَbetween الحَطيمِal-Hatim وَزَمزَمٍand Zamzam
وَإِخالُها بَينَ الحَطيمِ وَزَمزَمٍ
ضُرِحَتwere dug لَهُمfor them أَوor فيin عِراصِthe expanses of الفَرقَدِal-Farqad
ضُرِحَت لَهُم أَو في عِراصِ الفَرقَدِ
I imagine them between al-Hatim and Zamzam,
O festival, you have stirred up sorrow for the tortured,
dug for them, or in the expanses of al-Farqad.'
Restless in bed from worries, laid low.
لَهفيmy grief وَلَهفَand the grief of المُؤمِنينَthe believers عَلىfor دَمٍblood
لَهفي وَلَهفَ المُؤمِنينَ عَلى دَمٍ
تُهريقُهُspill it أَيديthe hands of الطُغاةِthe tyrants الجُحَّدِtruth-denying
تُهريقُهُ أَيدي الطُغاةِ الجُحَّدِ
My grief, and the believers' grief, for blood
You came crawling with brigades, diving
that the hands of truth-denying tyrants spill!
Among the boats and the intended canal.
لَهفَthe grief of القُلوبِhearts العاطِفاتِcompassionate أَماhave no لَهُمthey
لَهفَ القُلوبِ العاطِفاتِ أَما لَهُم
فيamong الناسِpeople مِنany ناهٍone who restrains وَلاnor مِنany مُرشِدِone who guides
في الناسِ مِن ناهٍ وَلا مِن مُرشِدِ
The grief of compassionate hearts! Have they no one
With lightning you sanction all prohibitions
among humankind to restrain or guide them?
And send flying or plummeting all who stand firm.
لَهفَthe grief of الجَلامِدِrocks إِنَّindeed بَينَwithin جُنوبِهِمtheir sides
لَهفَ الجَلامِدِ إِنَّ بَينَ جُنوبِهِم
مَوتىdead قُلوبٍhearts عولِيَتwere overlaid بِالجَلمَدِwith rock
مَوتى قُلوبٍ عولِيَت بِالجَلمَدِ
The grief of rocks! For within their sides
The bombers rain down death, terrible red,
lie dead hearts overlaid with stone.
Flowing between the adjusted and the aimed.
ياO عيدُEid هَيَّجتَyou stirred الأَسىsorrow لِمُعَذَّبٍin a tormented man
يا عيدُ هَيَّجتَ الأَسى لِمُعَذَّبٍ
قَلِقِrestless الفِراشِin bed مِنَfrom الهُمومِcares مُسَهَّدِkept sleepless
قَلِقِ الفِراشِ مِنَ الهُمومِ مُسَهَّدِ
O Eid, you have stirred sorrow in a tormented man,
They fire and decimate thousands intentionally
restless in bed, kept sleepless by his cares.
Then remain kneeling as if they have never reaped.
أَقبَلتَyou came تَزحَفُadvancing بِالفَيالِقِwith the armies تَرتَميplunging
أَقبَلتَ تَزحَفُ بِالفَيالِقِ تَرتَمي
بَينَamong القَواضِبِcleaving swords وَالقَناand spears المُتَقَصِّدِsplintered
بَينَ القَواضِبِ وَالقَنا المُتَقَصِّدِ
You came advancing with the armies, plunging
O festival, what desolation you roused and anguish
among cleaving swords and splintered spears,
For our eyes, hearts, and inner selves!
وَالمُرعِداتِand thunderous guns تُبيحُlay open كُلَّevery مُمَنَّعٍfortified stronghold
وَالمُرعِداتِ تُبيحُ كُلَّ مُمَنَّعٍ
وَتَطيرُand send flying أَوor تَهويbring down بِكُلِّevery مُمَرَّدِlofty, smooth-built palace
وَتَطيرُ أَو تَهوي بِكُلِّ مُمَرَّدِ
and thunderous guns that lay open every stronghold
You opposed us, so we were deprived of your affection.
and send flying or bring down every lofty palace,
When you return, reconcile us and renew affection!
القاذِفاتِthose hurling المَوتَdeath أَحمَرَred هائِلاًterrible
القاذِفاتِ المَوتَ أَحمَرَ هائِلاً
يَنسابُflows بَينَbetween مُصَوِّبٍone going downward وَمُصَعِّدِand one going upward
يَنسابُ بَينَ مُصَوِّبٍ وَمُصَعِّدِ
hurling death, red and terrible,
Praise be to God, the Bestower on those
flowing among those moving down and those moving up.
Who spend their wealth in God, no little or squandered.
تَرميthey fire فَتَجتاحُthen sweep away الأُلوفَthousands حَواصِداًreaping
تَرمي فَتَجتاحُ الأُلوفَ حَواصِداً
وَتَظَلُّand remain جاثِيَةًcrouched كَأَنas though لَمnot تَحصُدِreaped
وَتَظَلُّ جاثِيَةً كَأَن لَم تَحصُدِ
They fire and sweep away thousands, reaping,
Their palms remain spreading goodness
and remain crouched, as though they had not reaped.
Of silver and clouds of curled, black hair.
ياO عيدُEid أَيَّwhat شَجىًgrief بَعَثتَyou stirred وَلَوعَةٍand anguish
يا عيدُ أَيَّ شَجىً بَعَثتَ وَلَوعَةٍ
لِعُيونِناfor our eyes وَقُلوبِناand our hearts وَالأَكبُدِand livers
لِعُيونِنا وَقُلوبِنا وَالأَكبُدِ
O Eid, what grief and anguish you have stirred
The Supported one called: “Aid the wounded of the fray!
for our eyes, our hearts, and our livers!
For they are like the intensely thirsty kept back."
عادَيتَناyou opposed us فَحُرِمتَso you were deprived of صَفوَthe purity of وِدادِناour affection
عادَيتَنا فَحُرِمتَ صَفوَ وِدادِنا
فَإِذاthen when رَجَعتَyou return فَصافِناthen be sincere with us وَتَوَدَّدِand show affection
فَإِذا رَجَعتَ فَصافِنا وَتَوَدَّدِ
You have opposed us, so you were denied our pure affection;
They contest the greatness of glory and the utmost
then, when you return, be true to us and show affection.
Who can claim it grows by it and is darkened.
لِلَهِto God belongs دَرُّthe excellence of المُنعِمينَthose who bestow بِمالِهِمof their wealth
لِلَهِ دَرُّ المُنعِمينَ بِمالِهِم
فيfor اللَهِGod لاnot نَزراًscant وَلاnor بِمُصَرَّدِin meager driblets
في اللَهِ لا نَزراً وَلا بِمُصَرَّدِ
God bless those who bestow their wealth
But man, if not roused to some momentous
for God's sake, neither scantily nor in meager driblets.
Horror that reveals its enormity, is not praised.
ظَلَّتkept أَكُفُّهُمُtheir palms تَسُحُّpouring فَديمَةٌthus a steady rain
ظَلَّت أَكُفُّهُمُ تَسُحُّ فَديمَةٌ
مِنof فضَّةٍsilver وَغَمامَةٌand a cloud مِنof عَسجَدِgold
مِن فضَّةٍ وَغَمامَةٌ مِن عَسجَدِ
Their hands kept pouring: a steady rain
Woe to you, people of Egypt! That was a disregard
of silver, and a cloud of gold.
From one seeking refuge in your help.
صاحَcried المُؤَيَّدُal-Mu'ayyad أَدرِكواcome to the aid of جَرحىthe wounded of الوَغىbattle
صاحَ المُؤَيَّدُ أَدرِكوا جَرحى الوَغى
فَإِذاand behold بِهِمthere they were مِثلُlike العِطاشِthe thirsty الوُرَّدِarriving at water
فَإِذا بِهِم مِثلُ العِطاشِ الوُرَّدِ
Al-Mu'ayyad cried, 'Come to the aid of battle's wounded!'
Be generous like the Best of Benefactors.
And there they were, like the thirsty coming to water,
Truly, the successful is led by the successful.
يَتَنازَعونَthey vie for مَدىthe utmost reach of الفَخارِglory وَغايَةًand a goal
يَتَنازَعونَ مَدى الفَخارِ وَغايَةً
مَنwhoever يَحوِهاwins it يَعظُمgrows great بِهاthrough it وَيُسَوَّدِand is made a leader
مَن يَحوِها يَعظُم بِها وَيُسَوَّدِ
vying for the utmost reach of glory and a goal
You raised the minaret of generosity high among you
whose winner grows great through it and is made a leader.
So the noble hurry to its loftiness and are guided.
وَالمَرءُand a man ماso long as لَمnot يَنتَدبvolunteers لِعَظيمَةٍfor a mighty ordeal
وَالمَرءُ ما لَم يَنتَدب لِعَظيمَةٍ
شَنعاءَdreadful يَكشِفُhe dispels هَولَهاits terror لَمnot يُحمَدِis praised
شَنعاءَ يَكشِفُ هَولَها لَم يُحمَدِ
A man, unless he rises to a mighty ordeal,
That is eternal, renowned gallantry
a dreadful one whose terror he dispels, earns no praise.
While favor is despised if it does not endure.
إيهٍgo on بَنيsons of مِصرٍEgypt وَتِلكَand that is إِهابَةٌan appeal
إيهٍ بَني مِصرٍ وَتِلكَ إِهابَةٌ
مِنfrom عائِذٍone seeking refuge بِنوالِكُمin your bounty مُستَنجِدِcalling for aid
مِن عائِذٍ بِنوالِكُم مُستَنجِدِ
Go on, sons of Egypt! This is an appeal
from one seeking refuge in your bounty and calling for aid.
كونواbe كَأُمِّlike the Mother of المُحسِنينَBenefactors سَماحَةًin generosity
كونوا كَأُمِّ المُحسِنينَ سَماحَةً
إِنَّindeed المُوَفَّقَone granted success بِالمُوَفَّقِafter one granted success يَقتَديmodels himself
إِنَّ المُوَفَّقَ بِالمُوَفَّقِ يَقتَدي
Be as generous as the Mother of Benefactors;
one granted success follows another granted success.
رَفَعتَyou raised مَنارَthe beacon of الجودِgenerosity فيكُمamong you عالِياًhigh
رَفَعتَ مَنارَ الجودِ فيكُم عالِياً
تَعشوlook الكِرامُthe noble إِلىtoward سَناهُits radiance فَتَهتَديthen find their way
تَعشو الكِرامُ إِلى سَناهُ فَتَهتَدي
You have raised the beacon of generosity high among you;
the noble look toward its radiance and find their way.
تِلكَthat is المُروءَةُchivalry خالِداًeverlasting مَأثورُهاits legacy
تِلكَ المُروءَةُ خالِداً مَأثورُها
وَالصُنعُand beneficence مُحتَقَرٌheld cheap إِذاif لَمnot يَخلُدِendures
وَالصُنعُ مُحتَقَرٌ إِذا لَم يَخلُدِ
That is chivalry, its legacy everlasting;
and a deed is held cheap if it does not endure.
Partial English translation: 126 of 134 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1