لعُمريby my life لَيسَis not بِالإِشعارin poetry فَخريmy pride
لعُمري لَيسَ بِالإِشعار فَخري
وَلَكنand yet بِالقَواضبin keen swords وَالعَواليand long spears
وَلَكن بِالقَواضب وَالعَوالي
By my life, my pride is not in poetry,
But in keen swords and long spears,
وَإِحسابand noble lineages لِسانthe tongue of الدَهرTime يَتلوrecites
وَإِحساب لِسان الدَهر يَتلو
مَآثرهاtheir noble deeds عَلىupon سَمعthe hearing of اللَياليthe nights
مَآثرها عَلى سَمع اللَيالي
And in noble lineages—the tongue of Time recites
Their noble deeds into the ears of the nights.
وَبَذلand giving لِلنضارof gold بَغَيرwithout مِنreminders of favors
وَبَذل لِلنضار بَغَير مِن
عَلىaccording to مِقدارthe measure of مَوجوديmy possessions وَحاليand my circumstances
عَلى مِقدار مَوجودي وَحالي
And in giving gold without reminding others of favors,
In proportion to my possessions and my circumstances.
وَآليand my clan تَستَقيdraw water مِنهاfrom it بُحورseas
وَآلي تَستَقي مِنها بُحور
وَأَبحرand the seas مِنof whoever يُفاخرboasts لَمعthe gleam of آلa mirage
وَأَبحر مِن يُفاخر لَمع آل
And from my clan the seas draw water;
And the seas of whoever boasts are a mirage's gleam.
فَقُلthen tell ليto me ياO ابنson of بِنتthe daughter of أَبيAbu مداسMadas
فَقُل لي يا ابن بِنت أَبي مداس
بِعَمof a paternal uncle أَنَتَyou تَفخرyou boast أَمor بِخالof a maternal uncle
بِعَم أَنَتَ تَفخر أَم بِخال
Then tell me, O son of Abu Madas's daughter,
Do you boast of a paternal uncle, or a maternal uncle?
وَتَرفلand you strut فيin ثِيابgarments of الكبرarrogance تعساًwoe
وَتَرفل في ثِياب الكبر تعساً
لِمثلكto one like you قَدindeed عَريتyou have been stripped مِنof المَعاليnoble qualities
لِمثلك قَد عَريت مِن المَعالي
And you strut in robes of arrogance—woe
To the likes of you! You have been stripped of noble qualities.
وَتَرميand you assail آلthe family of منجكManjak بانتِقاصwith disparagement
وَتَرمي آل منجك بانتِقاص
وَهُمand they أَهلpeople of الفَضائلvirtues وَالكَمالand perfection
وَهُم أَهل الفَضائل وَالكَمال
And you cast aspersions on the house of Manjak,
Yet they are people of virtue and perfection.
اتنصدعdoes it split? السَماءthe sky بنبحat the barking of كَلبa dog
اتنصدع السَماء بنبح كَلب
أَمor الشعرىSirius العُبورthe Crossing One بِهِabout it تباليcares
أَم الشعرى العُبور بِهِ تبالي
Does the sky split at a dog's barking,
Or does Sirius, the Crossing Star, care about it?
تَسبyou revile صَحابةthe companions of المُختارthe Chosen One حيناًat times
تَسب صَحابة المُختار حيناً
وَحيناًand at times تَدَعيyou claim حُبّاًlove لِآلfor the Family
وَحيناً تَدَعي حُبّاً لِآل
At times you revile the Chosen One's companions,
And at times you claim love for the Family.
وَيَكرهكand hates you الجَميعeveryone كَماjust as كَرهناwe hated
وَيَكرهك الجَميع كَما كَرهنا
لاfor (probable intended reading) رجلناour feet (probable intended reading) العَتيقthe old ones مِنof النِعالsandals
لا رجلنا العَتيق مِن النِعال
And everyone hates you, just as we have hated
Old sandals for our feet [reading uncertain].
أَيَقصدdoes he seek? مِنfrom أُسرَتِهِhis family سُيوفswords
أَيَقصد مِن أُسرَتِهِ سُيوف
طبعنthey were forged لِضَربto strike أَعناقthe necks of الرِجالmen
طبعن لِضَرب أَعناق الرِجال
Does he seek swords from his family,
Forged to strike men's necks?
Sol 6.1