لَعَمرُby the life of أَبيكَyour father ياO زُفَرُZufar اِبنُson of عَمرٍʿAmr
لَعَمرُ أَبيكَ يا زُفَرُ اِبنُ عَمرٍ
لَقَدindeed نَجّاكَsaved you جَدُّthe good fortune of بَنيthe sons of مُعازِMuʿaz
لَقَد نَجّاكَ جَدُّ بَني مُعازِ
By your father's life, O Zufar son of ʿAmr,
The good fortune of Banu Muʿaz surely saved you,
وَرَكضُكَand your galloping غَيرَwithout مُلتَفِتٍturning back إِلَيناtoward us
وَرَكضُكَ غَيرَ مُلتَفِتٍ إِلَينا
كَأَنَّكَas though you مُمسِكٌwere holding fast بِجَناحِto the wing of بازيa hawk
كَأَنَّكَ مُمسِكٌ بِجَناحِ بازي
And your galloping without a backward glance at us,
As though you clutched a hawk's wing.
فَلاso no وَأَبيby the father of هَوازِنَHawazin ماnot جَزِعناwe lost heart
فَلا وَأَبي هَوازِنَ ما جَزِعنا
وَلاand not هَمَّthought الظَعائِنُthe women in their litters بِاِنحِيازِof retreat
وَلا هَمَّ الظَعائِنُ بِاِنحِيازِ
No, by Hawazin's forefather, we did not lose heart,
Nor did the women in their litters think of retreat—
ظَعائِنُناour women in their litters غَداةَthe morning غَدَتadvanced at dawn عَلَيناagainst us
ظَعائِنُنا غَداةَ غَدَت عَلَينا
وَنِعمَتand splendid was ساعَةُthe hour of السَيفِthe sword الجُرازِkeen-cutting
وَنِعمَت ساعَةُ السَيفِ الجُرازِ
Our women, that morning the foe advanced against us—
And splendid was the hour of the cleaving sword!
وَلاقىand encountered اِبنُthe son of الحُبابِal-Hubab لَناfrom us حُمَيّاburning fury
وَلاقى اِبنُ الحُبابِ لَنا حُمَيّا
كَفَتهُspared him the need for كُلَّevery راقِيَةٍfemale charm-healer وَحازيand diviner
كَفَتهُ كُلَّ راقِيَةٍ وَحازي
And Ibn al-Hubab encountered our burning fury,
Which spared him the need for any charm-healer or diviner.
وَكانَand he used to بِناamong us يَحُلُّdwell فَلاand so not يُعانىbe troubled
وَكانَ بِنا يَحُلُّ فَلا يُعانى
وَيَرعىand graze كُلَّevery رَملٍsandy tract أَوor عَزازِhard ground
وَيَرعى كُلَّ رَملٍ أَو عَزازِ
And he used to dwell among us, suffering no harm,
And graze on every sandy tract or stretch of hard ground.
فَلَمّاthen when أَنthat (emphatic particle) سَمِنتَyou grew fat وَكُنتَand you had been عَبداًa slave
فَلَمّا أَن سَمِنتَ وَكُنتَ عَبداً
نَزَتleapt up بِكَwith you ياO اِبنَson of صَمعاءَSamʿaʾ النَوازيwild impulses
نَزَت بِكَ يا اِبنَ صَمعاءَ النَوازي
But when you grew fat, though you had been a slave,
Wild impulses carried you away, O son of Samʿaʾ.
عَمَدتَyou headed إِلىtoward رَبيعَةَRabiʿa تَغتَزيهاseeking to raid her
عَمَدتَ إِلى رَبيعَةَ تَغتَزيها
بِمِثلِwith the likes of القَملِlice مِنfrom أَهلِthe people of الحِجازِthe Hijaz
بِمِثلِ القَملِ مِن أَهلِ الحِجازِ
You made for Rabiʿa, seeking to raid her,
With men like lice from the people of the Hijaz.
فَنِعمَand excellent ذَوُthose possessing الحِبايَةِbeneficence كانَwere قَوميmy people
فَنِعمَ ذَوُ الحِبايَةِ كانَ قَومي
لِقَومِكَto your people لَوif only جَزىrepaid بِالخَيرِwith good جازيone who repays
لِقَومِكَ لَو جَزى بِالخَيرِ جازي
How fine as benefactors my people were
To your people—if only anyone repaid kindness with good!
Sol 6.1