المَجدُglory يَعلَمُknows أَنَّthat المَجدَglory مِنamong أَرَبيmy desires
المَجدُ يَعلَمُ أَنَّ المَجدَ مِن أَرَبي
وَلَوand even if تَمادَيتُI have persisted فيin غيٍّwaywardness وَفيand in لَعِبِplay
وَلَو تَمادَيتُ في غيٍّ وَفي لَعِبِ
Glory knows that glory is among my desires,
Glory knows that glory is from the Lord of Lords
Even if I have persisted in waywardness and play.
Even if I persist in wrongdoing and in play
إِنّيindeed I لَمِنam surely of مَعشَرٍa people إِنif جُمِّعواthey are gathered لِعُلىًfor high honor
إِنّي لَمِن مَعشَرٍ إِن جُمِّعوا لِعُلىً
تَفَرَّقواthey branch out عَنfrom نَبيٍّa prophet أَوor وَصيَّthe appointed successor of نَبيa prophet
تَفَرَّقوا عَن نَبيٍّ أَو وَصيَّ نَبي
I am indeed of a people who, if gathered for high honor,
I am of a people, if united for good
Branch out from a prophet or a prophet’s appointed successor.
They would disperse from a prophet or the legatee of a prophet
إِذاwhen هَمَمتُI aspire فَفَتِّشthen search عَنfor شَباthe sharp edge of هِمَميmy ambitions
إِذا هَمَمتُ فَفَتِّش عَن شَبا هِمَمي
تَجِدهُyou will find it فيin مُهَجاتِthe lifeblood of الأَنجُمِthe stars الشُهُبِradiant
تَجِدهُ في مُهَجاتِ الأَنجُمِ الشُهُبِ
When I aspire, seek the keen edge of my ambitions;
When I am determined, search out the meteors of my determination
You will find it in the lifeblood of the radiant stars.
You will find them in the inner depths of the shooting stars
وَإِنand if عَزَمتُI resolve فَعَزميthen my resolve يَستَحيلُturns into قَذىًgrit in the eye
وَإِن عَزَمتُ فَعَزمي يَستَحيلُ قَذىً
تَدمىbleed مَسالِكُهُits paths فيin أَعيُنِthe eyes of النُوَبِcalamities
تَدمى مَسالِكُهُ في أَعيُنِ النُوَبِ
And if I resolve, my resolve turns to grit,
And if I intend, my intention transforms into missiles
Its tracks running bloody in the eyes of calamities.
Whose paths bleed in the eyes of the wolves
وَمَعرَكٍand many a battlefield صافَحَتclasped أَيديthe hands of الحِمامِdeath بِهِin it
وَمَعرَكٍ صافَحَت أَيدي الحِمامِ بِهِ
طُلىthe necks of الرِجالِmen عَلىupon الخُرصانِspearheads مِنfrom كَثَبِclose by
طُلى الرِجالِ عَلى الخُرصانِ مِن كَثَبِ
And many a battlefield where the hands of death clasped
And a battlefield where the hands of doves grappled
Men’s necks upon spearheads at close quarters.
Men’s necks were stained from the dust of the arena
حَلَّتloosed حُباهاits knee-bands المَناياdeath فيin كَتائِبِهِits battalions
حَلَّت حُباها المَنايا في كَتائِبِهِ
بِالضَربِwith blows فَاِجتَثَّتِthen uprooted الأَجسادَthe bodies بِالقُضُبِwith keen swords
بِالضَربِ فَاِجتَثَّتِ الأَجسادَ بِالقُضُبِ
Death loosed its knee-bands among the battlefield’s battalions,
Its passions unleashed calamities upon its battalions
With blows, then uprooted bodies with keen swords.
Smiting with blows, wrenching out the bodies with clubs
تَلاقَتِmet البيضُthe bright swords فيin الأَحشاءِthe entrails فَاِعتَنَقَتthen embraced
تَلاقَتِ البيضُ في الأَحشاءِ فَاِعتَنَقَت
وَالسَمهَريَّalong with the Samharī lance مِنَthrough الماذيِّfine steel mail وَاليَلَبِand leather armor
وَالسَمهَريَّ مِنَ الماذيِّ وَاليَلَبِ
The bright swords met within the entrails and embraced,
The whites of innards embraced and intertwined
Along with the Samharī lance, through steel mail and leather armor.
With swords of Indian steel and damascene blades
بَكَتthey wept عَلىupon الأَرضِthe earth دَمعاًtears مِنof دِمائِهِمُtheir blood
بَكَت عَلى الأَرضِ دَمعاً مِن دِمائِهِمُ
فَاِستَعرَبَتand so it spoke Arabic مِنfrom ثُغورِthe mouths of النورِblossoms وَالعُشُبِand grass
فَاِستَعرَبَت مِن ثُغورِ النورِ وَالعُشُبِ
They wept upon the earth tears of those men’s blood,
It wept tears of their blood upon the earth
And so it spoke Arabic from the mouths of blossoms and grass.
And the meadows were tinted red from the wounds
Sol 6.1