أَعزِزhow grievous عَلَيَّto me بِأَنthat يَبينَhe should depart مُفارِقاًparting
أَعزِز عَلَيَّ بِأَن يَبينَ مُفارِقاً
مِنّاfrom us عَلىin عَجَلٍhaste أَخيmy brother وَأَخوكاand your brother
مِنّا عَلى عَجَلٍ أَخي وَأَخوكا
How grievous to me that he should depart, parting
It pains me that he will soon depart from us
From us in haste—my brother and yours.
In haste, my brother and your brother.
قَدindeed كانَhe was عَنتَرَةَAntarah الفَوارِسِof the horsemen نَجدَةًin valor
قَد كانَ عَنتَرَةَ الفَوارِسِ نَجدَةً
يَكِفُhe drips النَجيعَblood وَعُروَةَand Urwah الصُعلوكاthe brigand
يَكِفُ النَجيعَ وَعُروَةَ الصُعلوكا
He was the horsemen’s Antarah in valor,
He was the aid of knights like Antarah,
Dripping blood, and Urwah the brigand.
Protecting the vulnerable and unruly alike.
وَفَتىand the hero بَنيthe sons of عَبسٍAbs وَمازالَand has always been الفَتىthe young man
وَفَتى بَني عَبسٍ وَمازالَ الفَتى
مِنهُمamong them إِذاwhen بَلَغَhe reaches المَدىthe utmost reach يَشدوكاhe seeks you out
مِنهُم إِذا بَلَغَ المَدى يَشدوكا
And the hero of Banu Abs; ever the young man
A hero of the Bani Abs tribe, their men
Among them, upon reaching his prime, seeks you out.
Remain undaunted when called to arms.
حُرَّnoble النِجارِin lineage فَإِنso if أَرَدتَyou wished لَقيتَهُyou would find him
حُرَّ النِجارِ فَإِن أَرَدتَ لَقيتَهُ
عِندَin respect of الشَمائِلِcharacter لِلنَدىto generosity مَملوكاenslaved
عِندَ الشَمائِلِ لِلنَدى مَملوكا
Noble in lineage; yet, if you wished, you would find him
Seek him at the wells, free though enslaved,
In character a slave to generosity.
A prized possession there to greet the dew.
نوديwe perish كَماas أَودىhe perished وَنَشرَبُand we drink كَأسَهُhis cup الthe
نودي كَما أَودى وَنَشرَبُ كَأسَهُ ال
مَلأىbrimming وَنَسلِكُand we follow نَهجَهُhis path المَسلوكاthe well-trodden
مَلأى وَنَسلِكُ نَهجَهُ المَسلوكا
We shall perish as he did, and drink his cup, the
Let us call out as he called out and drink his cup
Brimming one, and follow his well-trodden path.
Brimming, and follow in his steps.
ماnot كانَhe was أَفضَلَbetter مِنthan أَبيكَyour father وَقَدand already مَضىpassed away
ما كانَ أَفضَلَ مِن أَبيكَ وَقَد مَضى
فيin الذاهِباتِthose gone by مِنَof السِنينَthe years أَبوكاyour father
في الذاهِباتِ مِنَ السِنينَ أَبوكا
He was no better than your father; and there passed away,
None finer than your father, though he is gone,
In the years gone by, your father.
Lost to the vanishing years, our sire.
نَسلوهُwe cease mourning him أَنَّكَbecause you are بَعدَهُafter him وَلَوَbut if اَنَّكَyou had been الthe
نَسلوهُ أَنَّكَ بَعدَهُ وَلَوَ اَنَّكَ ال
مَرءُman المُقَدَّمُthe one sent ahead لَمnot نَكُنwe would have been نَسلوكاceasing to mourn you
مَرءُ المُقَدَّمُ لَم نَكُن نَسلوكا
We find solace for his loss because you remain after him; but had you been the
Tell him you are his heir, though if not,
Man sent ahead, we could not have found solace for your loss.
We would not hail you first among us.
Sol 6.1