إِنّيindeed I أَناI عَنتَرَةَAntarah الهَجينُthe man of mixed birth
إِنّي أَنا عَنتَرَةَ الهَجينُ
فَجُّmountain pass الأَتانِthe she-ass قَدalready عَلاrose high الأَنينُthe wailing
فَجُّ الأَتانِ قَد عَلا الأَنينُ
Indeed, I am Antarah, of mixed birth.
I'm Antara the hot-tempered
At Fajj al-Atan, the wailing has already risen high.
My horse's neighs rise above the groans
يُحصَدُis reaped فيهِin it الكَفُّthe hand وَالوَتينُand the aorta
يُحصَدُ فيهِ الكَفُّ وَالوَتينُ
مِنfrom وَقعِthe blow of سَيفيmy sword سَقَطَfell الجَنينُthe unborn child
مِن وَقعِ سَيفي سَقَطَ الجَنينُ
There hands and aortas are reaped.
Hands and forearms are harvested
At my sword's blow, the unborn child fell.
By my sword's blows, fetuses fall
عِندَكُمُwith you (plural) مِنof ذَلِكَthat اليَقينُcertainty
عِندَكُمُ مِن ذَلِكَ اليَقينُ
عَبلَةُAbla قَوميrise! تَرَكِmay see you (feminine) العُيونُthe eyes
عَبلَةُ قَومي تَرَكِ العُيونُ
You have certain knowledge of that.
You have certainty of that
Abla, rise, that eyes may see you,
My kinsfolk left their homes
فَيَشتَفيand so is healed مِمّاof what بِهِin him الحَزينُthe sorrowful man
فَيَشتَفي مِمّا بِهِ الحَزينُ
دارَتturned عَلىupon القَومِthe people رَحىthe millstone of المَنونِdeath
دارَت عَلى القَومِ رَحى المَنونِ
So the sorrowful man may be healed of what ails him.
To find relief from their sorrow
Death's millstone turned upon the people.
The mill of death turned upon the people
Sol 6.1