أَبكيI weep لِصَخرٍfor Sakhr إِذاwhen ناحَتshe lamented مُطَوَّقَةٌa ring-necked bird
أَبكي لِصَخرٍ إِذا ناحَت مُطَوَّقَةٌ
حَمامَةٌa dove شَجوَهاher grief وَرقاءُgray-feathered بِالواديin the valley
حَمامَةٌ شَجوَها وَرقاءُ بِالوادي
I weep for Sakhr when a ring-necked bird laments—
I weep for a rock when a turtledove confined
A gray dove pouring out her grief in the valley.
Coos her laments, and the greenish become drab in the valley,
إِذاwhen تَلَأَّمَhe donned armor فيin زَغفٍsupple mail مُضاعَفَةٍdoubled
إِذا تَلَأَّمَ في زَغفٍ مُضاعَفَةٍ
وَصارِمٍand a sharp sword مِثلِlike لَونِthe color of المِلحِsalt جَرّادِkeen-edged
وَصارِمٍ مِثلِ لَونِ المِلحِ جَرّادِ
When he donned supple, doubled mail,
When she moans during a repeated gale
And a keen-edged sword, the color of salt,
And swaying spears like the hue of salt locusts,
وَنَبعَةٍand a nabʿ-wood bow ذاتِpossessing إِرنانٍringing وَوَلوَلَةٍand wailing
وَنَبعَةٍ ذاتِ إِرنانٍ وَوَلوَلَةٍ
وَمارِنِand supple العودِof shaft لاneither كَزٍّstiff وَلاnor عادِcrooked
وَمارِنِ العودِ لا كَزٍّ وَلا عادِ
And a nabʿ-wood bow, ringing and wailing,
And a spring amid bent twigs and stirrings,
And a supple-shafted spear, neither stiff nor crooked.
And the thickets' bendings, neither crooked nor bent.
سَمحُgenerous الخَليقَةِin disposition لاneither نِكسٌa coward وَلاnor غُمُرٌan inexperienced man
سَمحُ الخَليقَةِ لا نِكسٌ وَلا غُمُرٌ
بَلrather باسِلٌvaliant مِثلُlike لَيثِa lion الغابَةِof the thicket العاديcharging
بَل باسِلٌ مِثلُ لَيثِ الغابَةِ العادي
Generous by nature, neither a coward nor a novice,
Magnanimous, neither devious nor gloomy,
But valiant, like the charging lion of the thicket,
But valiant like the forest’s wonted lion,
مِنfrom among أُسدِthe lions of بَيشَةَBisha يَحميhe protects الخِلَّthe friend ذيpossessing لِبَدٍa mane
مِن أُسدِ بَيشَةَ يَحمي الخِلَّ ذي لِبَدٍ
مِنamong أَهلِهِhis kin الحاضِرِthe settled الأُدنَينِthe nearest وَالباديand the nomadic
مِن أَهلِهِ الحاضِرِ الأُدنَينِ وَالبادي
One of Bisha’s lions, maned, guarding his friend,
From the lions of Bishah who protect the worn garment
Among his kin, the nearby settled folk and the nomads.
Of their clansmen, the nearest and those far away,
وَالمُشبِعُand the feeder of القَومِthe people إِنif هَبَّتit blew مُصَرصَرَةٌa howling wind
وَالمُشبِعُ القَومِ إِن هَبَّت مُصَرصَرَةٌ
نَكباءُa crosswind مُغبَرَّةٌdust-laden هَبَّتit blew بِصُرّادِwith bitter cold
نَكباءُ مُغبَرَّةٌ هَبَّت بِصُرّادِ
And he feeds the people their fill when a howling wind blows—
And who satisfy people should a gritty
A dust-laden crosswind, blowing with bitter cold.
Gust blow, dusty, blowing with hot wind.
Sol 6.1