صُلْتُ منه بصَقيلِ الصَّفْحِ مَطْرورِ الشَّباةِ

صُلْتُ منه بصَقيلِ الصَّفْحِ مَطْرورِ الشَّباةِ

بكريمِ الأصلِ مَشْعوفٍ بحُبِّ المأثُراتِ

بكريمِ الأصلِ مَشْعوفٍ بحُبِّ المأثُراتِ

With him I charged—a blade polished on its flat and sharpened at its edge.

I am descended from one whose burnished blade is keened,

With a man of noble stock, consumed by love of glorious deeds.

Of noble stock, famed for magnanimity,

بجميعِ العِرْضِ الأموالُ منه للشَّتاتِ

بجميعِ العِرْضِ الأموالُ منه للشَّتاتِ

من قُريشٍ في نواصي المَجْدِ والغُرِّ السَّراةِ

من قُريشٍ في نواصي المَجْدِ والغُرِّ السَّراةِ

His honor intact, his wealth scattered far and wide.

With bounteous wealth for all who come to him.

Of Quraysh, at the forefront of glory and among the illustrious nobles.

A Quraysh, foremost in glory and eminence,

شأنُهمْ طَعْنُ الغَطاريفِ واِدْ مانُ الصِّلاتِ

شأنُهمْ طَعْنُ الغَطاريفِ واِدْ مانُ الصِّلاتِ

واغِتصابُ العِزِّ بالأيْدي الطَّوالِ الغاشماتِ

واغِتصابُ العِزِّ بالأيْدي الطَّوالِ الغاشماتِ

Their wont is to spear noble lords and ceaselessly bestow gifts.

Their way to stab the backs of warriors, and tend to allies,

And to wrest glory with long, ruthless hands.

To seize honor with long, rapacious hands,

واقْتيادُ الخيلِ جَرْداً مِثلَ سِيدانِ الفَلاةِ

واقْتيادُ الخيلِ جَرْداً مِثلَ سِيدانِ الفَلاةِ

يَتَعَثَّرْنَ بملْفوظِ الظُّبى والقَنَواتِ

يَتَعَثَّرْنَ بملْفوظِ الظُّبى والقَنَواتِ

And to lead sleek-coated horses, like wolves of the open desert.

And lead the steeds bareback like lords of the desert,

They stumble over what sword-edges and spear-shafts have spewed out.

Stumbling over the howdahs and litters,

بحُروبٍ مُظْلِماتٍ ووجوهٍ مُشْرِقاتِ

بحُروبٍ مُظْلِماتٍ ووجوهٍ مُشْرِقاتِ

Amid dark battles and radiant faces.

Through dark battles and shining faces.