وَغادَرنَand they left نَضلَةَNadlah فيin مَعرَكٍa battlefield
وَغادَرنَ نَضلَةَ في مَعرَكٍ
يَجُرُّhe drags الأَسِنَّةَthe spearheads كَالمُحتَطِبlike a gatherer of firewood
يَجُرُّ الأَسِنَّةَ كَالمُحتَطِب
And they left Nadlah on a battlefield,
They left Nadla wounded on the battlefield
dragging spearheads like a gatherer of firewood.
Dragging his tongue like a fuel gatherer
فَمَنso whoever يَكُmay be فيabout قَتلِهِhis being slain يَمتَريdoubts
فَمَن يَكُ في قَتلِهِ يَمتَري
فَإِنَّthen indeed أَباAbu (father of) نَوفَلٍNawfal قَدindeed شَجِبperished
فَإِنَّ أَبا نَوفَلٍ قَد شَجِب
So whoever doubts that he was slain—
So let he who would boast of killing him beware
Abu Nawfal has indeed perished.
For Abu Nawfal has been angered
يُذَبِّبُhastens وَردٌWard عَلىalong إِثرِهِhis trail
يُذَبِّبُ وَردٌ عَلى إِثرِهِ
وَأَدرَكَهُand overtook him وَقعُthe stroke of مُردٍa death-dealing blade خَشِبunpolished
وَأَدرَكَهُ وَقعُ مُردٍ خَشِب
Ward hastens along in his wake,
A blossom is dripping blood after him
and the stroke of an unpolished, death-dealing blade overtook him.
And the crash of a solid lance overtook him
تَتابَعَhe pressed on لاnot يَبتَغيhe seeks غَيرَهُاother than her/it
تَتابَعَ لا يَبتَغي غَيرَهُا
بِأَبيَضَwith a gleaming sword كَالقَبَسِlike a firebrand المُلتَهِبblazing
بِأَبيَضَ كَالقَبَسِ المُلتَهِب
He pressed on, seeking nothing else,
Following ceaselessly, seeking none but him
with a gleaming sword like a blazing firebrand.
With a white-hot point like a flaming ember
Sol 6.1