فُؤادٌa heart لَيسَnot يَثنيهِsways it العَذولُthe reprover
فُؤادٌ لَيسَ يَثنيهِ العَذولُ
وَعَينٌand an eye نَومُهاits sleep أَبَداًalways قَليلُscant
وَعَينٌ نَومُها أَبَداً قَليلُ
A heart the reprover cannot sway,
A heart that hardship does not bend
And an eye whose sleep is always scant.
An eye whose slumber is ever brief
عَرَكتُI wrestled with النائِباتِthe misfortunes فَهانَso became insignificant عِنديto me
عَرَكتُ النائِباتِ فَهانَ عِندي
قَبيحُthe ugly فِعالِdeeds of دَهريmy time وَالجَميلُand the fair
قَبيحُ فِعالِ دَهري وَالجَميلُ
I have wrestled with misfortunes, so to me
I have contended with misfortunes, so
The ugly deeds of my time and the fair alike have become trifles.
Ugly deeds and fair now seem the same to me
وَقَدand indeed أَوعَدتَنيyou threatened me ياO عَمروُAmr يَوماًone day
وَقَد أَوعَدتَني يا عَمروُ يَوماً
بِقَولٍwith words ماnot لِصِحَّتِهِfor its truth دَليلُproof
بِقَولٍ ما لِصِحَّتِهِ دَليلُ
And once you threatened me, O Amr,
You made a promise to me one day, Amro
With words whose truth has no proof.
With words that had no proof of honesty
سَتَعلَمُyou will learn أَيُّناwhich of us يَبقىremains طَريحاًfallen
سَتَعلَمُ أَيُّنا يَبقى طَريحاً
تَخَطَّفُهُsnatch him away الذَوابِلُthe slender spears وَالنُصولُand the blades
تَخَطَّفُهُ الذَوابِلُ وَالنُصولُ
You will learn which of us will remain laid low,
You will know which of us lies vanquished
Snatched away by slender spears and blades.
Snatched by vultures and fierce hyenas
وَمَنand who تُسبىis taken captive حَليلَتُهُhis wife وَتُمسيand she spends the evening
وَمَن تُسبى حَليلَتُهُ وَتُمسي
مُفَجَّعَةًgrief-stricken لَهاfor her دَمعٌtears يَسيلُflow
مُفَجَّعَةً لَها دَمعٌ يَسيلُ
And whose wife is taken captive and spends the evening
Whose wife will be led captive at eve and morn
Grief-stricken, her tears streaming.
Weeping with tears that freely spill
أَتَذكُرُdo you mention عَبلَةًAbla وَتَبيتُand you spend the night حَيّاًalive
أَتَذكُرُ عَبلَةً وَتَبيتُ حَيّاً
وَدونَwhile before خِبائِهاher tent أَسَدٌa lion مَهولُfearsome
وَدونَ خِبائِها أَسَدٌ مَهولُ
Do you mention Abla and still spend the night alive,
Do you recall Ubla and yet live on hale
While before her tent stands a fearsome lion?
While near her tent a formidable lion does prowl
وَتَطلُبُand you seek أَنto تُلاقينيmeet me وَسَيفيwhile my sword
وَتَطلُبُ أَن تُلاقيني وَسَيفي
يُدَكُّis crushed لِوَقعِهِby its stroke الجَبَلُthe mountain الثَقيلُmassive
يُدَكُّ لِوَقعِهِ الجَبَلُ الثَقيلُ
And do you seek to meet me, though my sword
You seek to meet me with your sword
Crushes the massive mountain with its stroke?
That shatters even mountains firm and stout
Sol 6.1