أَلاAh! أَيُّهاO الديكُthe rooster المُناديthe caller بِسَحرَةٍbefore dawn
أَلا أَيُّها الديكُ المُنادي بِسَحرَةٍ
هَلُمَّcome كَذاthis way أُخبِركَI tell you ماwhat قَدalready بَداbecame apparent لِياto me
هَلُمَّ كَذا أُخبِركَ ما قَد بَدا لِيا
Ah, O rooster calling before dawn,
Come here; let me tell you what has become clear to me.
بَداit became apparent لِيَto me أَنّيthat I قَدindeed رُزِئتُI was bereaved بِفِتيَةٍof young men
بَدا لِيَ أَنّي قَد رُزِئتُ بِفِتيَةٍ
بَقِيَّةِthe remnant of قَومٍa people أَورَثونيthey bequeathed me المَباكِياcauses for weeping
بَقِيَّةِ قَومٍ أَورَثوني المَباكِيا
It became clear to me that I had been bereaved of young men,
the remnant of a people who bequeathed me tears.
فَلَمّاand when سَمِعتُI heard النائِحاتِthe mourning women يَنُحنَهُthey lament him
فَلَمّا سَمِعتُ النائِحاتِ يَنُحنَهُ
تَعَزَّيتُI consoled myself وَاِستَيقَنتُand I knew for certain أَنthat لاno أَخاbrother لِياfor me
تَعَزَّيتُ وَاِستَيقَنتُ أَن لا أَخا لِيا
And when I heard the mourning women lamenting him,
I consoled myself and knew for certain that I had no brother
كَصَخرِlike Sakhr اِبنِson of عَمرٍAmr خَيرِthe best of مَنthose whom قَدindeed عَلِمتُهُI have known him
كَصَخرِ اِبنِ عَمرٍ خَيرِ مَن قَد عَلِمتُهُ
وَكَيفَand how أُرَجّيI hope for العَيشَlife ضَلَّwent astray ضَلالِياmy wandering
وَكَيفَ أُرَجّي العَيشَ ضَلَّ ضَلالِيا
like Sakhr son of Amr, the best of those I have known.
And how can I hope to live? I am utterly lost.
وَماand why لِيَfor me لاnot أَبكيI weep عَلىfor مَنone who لَوَif أَنَّهُthat it
وَما لِيَ لا أَبكي عَلى مَن لَوَ أَنَّهُ
تَقَدَّمَhad come earlier يَوميmy day of death قَبلَهُbefore his لَبَكىhe would surely have wept لِياfor me
تَقَدَّمَ يَومي قَبلَهُ لَبَكى لِيا
And why should I not weep for one who, if
my day had come before his, would have wept for me?
وَإِنand if تُمسِyou spend the evening فيamong قَيسٍQays وَزَيدٍand Zayd وَعامِرٍand Amir
وَإِن تُمسِ في قَيسٍ وَزَيدٍ وَعامِرٍ
وَغَسّانَand Ghassan لَمnot تَسمَعyou hear لَهُagainst him الدَهرَever لاحِياa detractor
وَغَسّانَ لَم تَسمَع لَهُ الدَهرَ لاحِيا
And if you spend the evening among Qays, Zayd, and Amir,
and Ghassan, you will never hear anyone speak ill of him.
Sol 6.1