ياO مَنone who إِذاwhen وَلِيَtakes charge of البِلادَthe lands فَإِنَّماthen only
يا مَن إِذا وَلِيَ البِلادَ فَإِنَّما
مَنشورُهُhis writ of appointment ذاكَthat اللِواthe banner مَنشوراunfurled
مَنشورُهُ ذاكَ اللِوا مَنشورا
O one who, when he takes charge of the lands, has only
O you who when you rule the country
that unfurled banner as his writ of appointment.
Your proclamation is spread everywhere
لاlet not يُلقَbe met إِلّاexcept بِالسَلاسِلِwith chains وَالظُباand sword-blades
لا يُلقَ إِلّا بِالسَلاسِلِ وَالظُبا
مَنhe who كَيفَماhowever لاقاكَmeets you كانَbecomes أَسيراa captive
مَن كَيفَما لاقاكَ كانَ أَسيرا
Let him be met only with chains and sword-blades—
It is only met with chains and lion cages
he who, however he meets you, becomes a captive.
Whoever faces you becomes a prisoner
أَلبَستَهاyou clothed them وَقتَat the time of الظَهيرَةِmidday مُظلِماًdark
أَلبَستَها وَقتَ الظَهيرَةِ مُظلِماً
وَمَلَأتَهاand you filled them وَقتَat the time of الدُجُنَّةِdeep darkness نوراwith light
وَمَلَأتَها وَقتَ الدُجُنَّةِ نورا
You clothed them in darkness at midday,
You have clothed it in darkness at noon
and filled them with light in the hour of darkness.
And filled it with light at nightfall
وَسَجَرتَهاand you kindled them ناراًwith fire فَقَدfor indeed كانَتthey were لِطوfor the flood (first part)
وَسَجَرتَها ناراً فَقَد كانَت لِطو
فانِflood (continuation) العُداةِthe foes لِحَينِهِمfor their doom تَنّوراan oven
فانِ العُداةِ لِحَينِهِم تَنّورا
And you kindled them with fire; for they were, for the flood
You have kindled it into a blazing fire
of foes, an oven for their doom.
To bake the enemies at their time
لِجِراحِهِمfor their wounds تَغدوbecome الرِماحُthe spears مَسابِراًwound probes
لِجِراحِهِم تَغدو الرِماحُ مَسابِراً
وَالطَعنُand thrusting كَيّاًcautery وَالعَجاجُand battle dust ذُروراmedicinal powder
وَالطَعنُ كَيّاً وَالعَجاجُ ذُرورا
For their wounds, the spears become probes,
For their wounds the spears become probes in the morning
and thrusting cautery, and battle dust a medicinal powder.
And the stabbing swords, and the cries become embers
Sol 6.1