ياO مَلِكاًking تُنشِئُbring forth أَفعالُهُhis deeds
يا مَلِكاً تُنشِئُ أَفعالُهُ
فيهِabout him مِنَof الأَقوالِthe words ماwhat يُنشاis composed
فيهِ مِنَ الأَقوالِ ما يُنشا
O king whose deeds give rise
to the words composed about him.
تَستَنجِدُseek aid الآمالُhopes فيin قَصدِهِseeking him
تَستَنجِدُ الآمالُ في قَصدِهِ
سَماحَgenerosity كَفٍّa hand يُحسِنُis skilled at البَطشاforceful striking
سَماحَ كَفٍّ يُحسِنُ البَطشا
Hopes, in seeking him, call for aid
from the bounty of a hand skilled in striking.
هَيبَتُهُthe awe he inspires تُغمِدُsheathes أَسيافَهُhis swords
هَيبَتُهُ تُغمِدُ أَسيافَهُ
وَرُبَّand many a جُرحٍwound لَيسَis not فيin الأَحشاthe entrails
وَرُبَّ جُرحٍ لَيسَ في الأَحشا
The awe he inspires sheathes his swords,
and many a wound is not within the entrails.
يُسَدِّدُhe aims الرُمحَthe spear لِحَقدِat the rancor of العِدىthe foes
يُسَدِّدُ الرُمحَ لِحَقدِ العِدى
فَقُلso say لَهُمto them لاnot يُضمِرواthey harbor غِشّاdeceit
فَقُل لَهُم لا يُضمِروا غِشّا
He aims the spear at his foes' rancor;
so tell them not to harbor deceit.
كَمhow many فيهِمُamong them مِنof مَيتٍa dead man راكِبٍriding
كَم فيهِمُ مِن مَيتٍ راكِبٍ
وَسَرجُهُand his saddle قَدalready أَشبَهَresembled النَعشاthe bier
وَسَرجُهُ قَد أَشبَهَ النَعشا
Many a dead man rides among them,
with his saddle already resembling a bier.
يَبَشُّhe smiles مِنfrom هونٍcontempt لِأَقدارِهِمfor their rank
يَبَشُّ مِن هونٍ لِأَقدارِهِم
وَالسَيفُand the sword فيin الرَوعِterror يُرىis seen هَشّاcheerful
وَالسَيفُ في الرَوعِ يُرى هَشّا
He smiles, holding their rank in contempt,
and amid terror the sword appears cheerful.
كَأَنَّماas though أَسيافُهُhis swords فيin الوَغىbattle
كَأَنَّما أَسيافُهُ في الوَغى
طَيرٌbirds يَرىsees الهامَheads لَهُfor itself عُشّاa nest
طَيرٌ يَرى الهامَ لَهُ عُشّا
It is as though his swords in battle
were birds that see heads as their nests.
يُبَدِّلُchanges الأَلوانَthe colors قَسطالُهُhis battle-dust
يُبَدِّلُ الأَلوانَ قَسطالُهُ
فَتُبصِرُso you see الرُومَthe Romans بِهِthrough it حُبشاAbyssinians
فَتُبصِرُ الرُومَ بِهِ حُبشا
His battle-dust changes colors,
so in it you see the Romans as Abyssinians.
وَالشَمسُand the sun مِنfrom بَينِbetween القَناthe spears قَدindeed حَكَتresembled
وَالشَمسُ مِن بَينِ القَنا قَد حَكَت
سَيفاًa sword صَقيلاًpolished فيin يَدٍa hand رَعشاtrembling
سَيفاً صَقيلاً في يَدٍ رَعشا
And the sun, between the spears, has looked like
a polished sword in a trembling hand.
أَوقَدَhe kindled نارَينِtwo fires القِرىhospitality وَالوَغىand war
أَوقَدَ نارَينِ القِرى وَالوَغى
فَهَذِهِso this one تُغشىis approached وَذيand that one تُخشىis feared
فَهَذِهِ تُغشى وَذي تُخشى
He kindled two fires: hospitality and war;
so this one is approached, and that one is feared.
Sol 6.1