وَمَولى ضَعيفِ النَصرِ ناءٍ مَحَلُّهُ

وَمَولى ضَعيفِ النَصرِ ناءٍ مَحَلُّهُ

جَشِمتُ لَهُ ما لَيسَ مِنّي جاشِمُه

جَشِمتُ لَهُ ما لَيسَ مِنّي جاشِمُه

And many an ally, weak in support, whose dwelling lies far away—

The patron of the weak victory's cry

I bore for him what he would not bear for me.

I have been hostile to him in ways I should not have been

إِذا ما رَآني مُقبِلاً شَدَّ صَوتَهُ

إِذا ما رَآني مُقبِلاً شَدَّ صَوتَهُ

عَلى القِرنِ وَاِعلَولى عَلى مَن يُخاصِمُه

عَلى القِرنِ وَاِعلَولى عَلى مَن يُخاصِمُه

Whenever he sees me approaching, he raises his voice

When he saw me approaching, he raised his voice

Against his adversary, and towers over whoever disputes with him.

Against the spears, and I supported the one who contends with him

وَأَجرَدَ مَيّاحٍ وَهَبتُ بِسِرجِهِ

وَأَجرَدَ مَيّاحٍ وَهَبتُ بِسِرجِهِ

لِمُختَبِطٍ أوذي دَلالٍ أُكارِمُه

لِمُختَبِطٍ أوذي دَلالٍ أُكارِمُه

And many a sleek horse, swaying in its gait, I gave away with its saddle

And I readied a naked sword and lent him my saddle

To a seeker of gifts, or an intimate whom I treat generously.

To one who stirs up trouble or harms a generous man

عَلى أَنَّ قَومي أَسلَموني وَعُرَّتي

عَلى أَنَّ قَومي أَسلَموني وَعُرَّتي

وَقَومُ الفَتى أَظفارُهُ وَدَعائِمُه

وَقَومُ الفَتى أَظفارُهُ وَدَعائِمُه

Although my people abandoned me to my disgrace,

Because my people have left me exposed, myself and my virtue

And a man's people are his claws and his pillars.

And a young man's people are his claws and pillars