أَنَاI ابْنُson of المُلُوكِthe kings الصِّيدِthe proud مِنْfrom فَرْعِthe branch of خِنْدِفٍKhindif
أَنَا ابْنُ المُلُوكِ الصِّيدِ مِنْ فَرْعِ خِنْدِفٍ
وَفيand among الأَزْدِthe Azd خاليmy maternal uncle لِلغَطارِفَةِbelonging to the noble lords الزُّهْرِthe radiant
وَفي الأَزْدِ خالي لِلغَطارِفَةِ الزُّهْرِ
I am the son of proud kings, from the stock of Khindif;
And my maternal uncle is among the radiant lords of the Azd,
مِنَof السّاحِبينَthose who trail السّابِغاتِfull-length coats of mail إِلىinto الوَغَىbattle
مِنَ السّاحِبينَ السّابِغاتِ إِلى الوَغَى
كأَنَّهُمُas though they were بُزْلٌmature camels تَناهَضْنَthey rose together فيin غُدْرِpools
كأَنَّهُمُ بُزْلٌ تَناهَضْنَ في غُدْرِ
Of those who trail full-length coats of mail into battle,
As though they were mature camels rising together in pools.
يُزيرونَthey cause to visit أَطْرافَthe tips of القَناthe spears ثُغَرَthe vulnerable spots of العِداthe foes
يُزيرونَ أَطْرافَ القَنا ثُغَرَ العِدا
وَقَدand already أَقْعَتِcrouched on their haunches الجُرْدُthe sleek steeds المَذاكِيthe full-grown ones علىupon قُتْرِdust
وَقَد أَقْعَتِ الجُرْدُ المَذاكِي على قُتْرِ
They make spearpoints visit their foes' vulnerable spots,
While the sleek, full-grown steeds have crouched on their haunches in the dust.
وَفِيَّand in me إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle ضُنَّis grudged بِالرِّفْدِwith gifts جُودُهُمْtheir generosity
وَفِيَّ إِذا ما ضُنَّ بِالرِّفْدِ جُودُهُمْ
وَإِقْدامُهُمْand their courage عِنْدَbefore الرُّدَيْنِيَّةِthe Rudayni spears السُّمْرِthe brown ones
وَإِقْدامُهُمْ عِنْدَ الرُّدَيْنِيَّةِ السُّمْرِ
And in me is their generosity when gifts are grudged,
And their courage before the brown Rudayni spears.
وَلَكنْbut رَمَتْنيhurled me بِابْنِupon a son of آخِرِthe last لَيْلَةٍnight
وَلَكنْ رَمَتْني بِابْنِ آخِرِ لَيْلَةٍ
خُطوبٌcalamities أَذَلَّتْhumbled مِدْرَهَthe spokesman of القَوْمِthe people لِلْغُمْرِbefore the fool
خُطوبٌ أَذَلَّتْ مِدْرَهَ القَوْمِ لِلْغُمْرِ
Yet I was cast upon a son of the last night
By calamities that humbled the people's spokesman before a fool.
يَغُلُّshackles يَدَيْهِhis two hands الصَّحْوُsobriety حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen انْتَشىhe grows tipsy
يَغُلُّ يَدَيْهِ الصَّحْوُ حَتّى إِذا انْتَشى
حَباhe bestows بِالقَليلِwith a little النَّزْرِscant فَالشُّكرُso thanks لِلسُّكْرِto drunkenness
حَبا بِالقَليلِ النَّزْرِ فَالشُّكرُ لِلسُّكْرِ
Sobriety shackles his hands until, when he grows tipsy,
He bestows a scant trifle—so thanks are due to drunkenness.
Sol 6.1