أَظُلماًinjustice? وَرُمحيwhile my spear ناصِريmy defender وَحُساميand my sharp sword
أَظُلماً وَرُمحي ناصِري وَحُسامي
وَذُلّاًand humiliation? وَعِزّيwhile my honor قائِدٌa leader بِزِماميby my reins
وَذُلّاً وَعِزّي قائِدٌ بِزِمامي
Shall I suffer injustice, with my spear and sword to defend me?
And humiliation, when my honor leads me by the reins?
وَليand I have بَأسُthe might of مَفتولِpowerfully muscled الذِراعَينِthe two forelegs خادِرٍa lion in its lair
وَلي بَأسُ مَفتولِ الذِراعَينِ خادِرٍ
يُدافِعُdefends عَنon behalf of أَشبالِهِhis cubs وَيُحاميand fights to protect
يُدافِعُ عَن أَشبالِهِ وَيُحامي
And mine is the might of a sinewy-armed lion in his lair,
who defends his cubs and fights to protect them.
وَإِنّيand indeed I am عَزيزُmighty; honored الجارِthe neighbor فيin كُلِّevery مَوطِنٍplace
وَإِنّي عَزيزُ الجارِ في كُلِّ مَوطِنٍ
وَأُكرِمُand I honor نَفسيmyself أَنlest يَهونَbecome abased مَقاميmy standing
وَأُكرِمُ نَفسي أَن يَهونَ مَقامي
My neighbor stands honored in every place,
and I hold myself too dear to let my standing be debased.
هَجَرتُI forsook البُيوتَthe dwellings المُشرِفاتِthe lofty وَشاقَنيand stirred my longing
هَجَرتُ البُيوتَ المُشرِفاتِ وَشاقَني
بَريقُthe gleam of المَواضيkeen blades تَحتَbeneath ظِلِّthe shadow of قَتامِbattle-dust
بَريقُ المَواضي تَحتَ ظِلِّ قَتامِ
I forsook the lofty dwellings, drawn by
the gleam of keen blades beneath the shadow of battle-dust.
وَقَدand indeed خَيَّرونيthey offered me a choice كَأسَa cup of خَمرٍwine فَلَمbut did not أَجِدI find
وَقَد خَيَّروني كَأسَ خَمرٍ فَلَم أَجِد
سِوىexcept لَوعَةٍa burning ache فيin الحَربِwar ذاتِpossessed of ضِرامِblazing fire
سِوى لَوعَةٍ في الحَربِ ذاتِ ضِرامِ
They offered me the choice of a cup of wine, yet I found
only a burning ache amid blazing war.
سَأَرحَلُI shall depart عَنكُمfrom you لاnot أَزورُI visit دِيارَكُمyour dwellings
سَأَرحَلُ عَنكُم لا أَزورُ دِيارَكُم
وَأَقصِدُهاand I seek it out فيin كُلِّevery جُنحِonset of ظَلامِdarkness
وَأَقصِدُها في كُلِّ جُنحِ ظَلامِ
I shall leave you, no longer visiting your dwellings,
and seek it out at every fall of darkness.
وَأَطلُبُand I pursue أَعدائيmy enemies بِكُلِّwith every سَمَيذَعٍnoble champion
وَأَطلُبُ أَعدائي بِكُلِّ سَمَيذَعٍ
وَكُلِّand every هِزَبرٍlion فيin اللِقاءِcombat هُمامِvaliant
وَكُلِّ هِزَبرٍ في اللِقاءِ هُمامِ
I pursue my enemies with every noble champion,
and every lion, valiant in combat.
مُنِعتُmay I be denied الكَرىsleep إِنif لَمnot أَقُدهاI lead them عَوابِساًgrim-faced
مُنِعتُ الكَرى إِن لَم أَقُدها عَوابِساً
عَلَيهاupon them كِرامٌnoble riders فيin سُروجِthe saddles of كِرامِnoble steeds
عَلَيها كِرامٌ في سُروجِ كِرامِ
May I be denied sleep if I do not lead them grim-faced,
bearing noble riders in the saddles of noble steeds.
تَهُزُّthey brandish رِماحاًspears فيin يَدَيهاtheir two hands كَأَنَّماas though
تَهُزُّ رِماحاً في يَدَيها كَأَنَّما
سُقينَthey were given to drink مِنَfrom اللَبّاتِthe throat-hollows صِرفَunmixed مُدامِwine
سُقينَ مِنَ اللَبّاتِ صِرفَ مُدامِ
They brandish spears in their hands, as though
they had been made to drink unmixed wine from throats.
إِذاwhen أَشرَعوهاthey level them لِلطِعانِfor spear-thrusting حَسِبتَهاyou would think them
إِذا أَشرَعوها لِلطِعانِ حَسِبتَها
كَواكِبَstars تُهديهاguide them بُدورُfull moons تَمامِfullness
كَواكِبَ تُهديها بُدورُ تَمامِ
When they level them for thrusting, you would think them
stars guided by moons at their full.
وَبيضُand bright سُيوفٍswords فيin ظِلالِthe shadows of عَجاجَةٍa dust-cloud
وَبيضُ سُيوفٍ في ظِلالِ عَجاجَةٍ
كَقَطرِlike drops of غَوادٍmorning rain-clouds فيin سَوادِthe blackness of غَمامِclouds
كَقَطرِ غَوادٍ في سَوادِ غَمامِ
And bright swords beneath the shadows of a dust-cloud
are like morning raindrops in the blackness of clouds.
أَلاcome! غَنِّياsing, you two ليto me بِالصَهيلِwith neighing فَإِنَّهُاfor it is
أَلا غَنِّيا لي بِالصَهيلِ فَإِنَّهُا
سَماعيmy music وَرَقراقُand the shimmering flow of الدِماءِblood نِداميmy drinking companions
سَماعي وَرَقراقُ الدِماءِ نِدامي
Come, sing to me, you two, with neighing, for it is
my music, and shimmering blood is my drinking company.
وَحُطّاand set down, you two عَلىupon الرَمضاءِthe scorching ground رَحليmy saddle فَإِنَّهfor it is
وَحُطّا عَلى الرَمضاءِ رَحلي فَإِنَّه
مَقيليmy noonday resting place وَإِخفاقُand the fluttering of البُنودِthe banners خِياميmy tents
مَقيلي وَإِخفاقُ البُنودِ خِيامي
And set my saddle on the scorching ground, you two, for it is
my noonday resting place; the fluttering banners are my tents.
وَلاand do not تَذكُراmention, you two ليto me طيبَthe sweetness of عَيشٍlife فَإِنَّمfor indeed
وَلا تَذكُرا لي طيبَ عَيشٍ فَإِنَّم
بُلوغُattaining الأَمانيthe hopes صِحَّتيmy health وَسَقاميand my sickness
بُلوغُ الأَماني صِحَّتي وَسَقامي
And do not tell me, you two, of life's pleasures, for
attaining my hopes is my health and my sickness.
وَفيand in الغَزوِraiding أَلقىI find أَرغَدَthe most comfortable العَيشِlife لَذَّةًin delight
وَفي الغَزوِ أَلقى أَرغَدَ العَيشِ لَذَّةً
وَفيand in المَجدِglory لاnot فيin مَشرَبٍdrink وَطَعامِand food
وَفي المَجدِ لا في مَشرَبٍ وَطَعامِ
In raiding I find life's richest delight,
and in glory, not in drink and food.
فَماwhy then لِيَfor me أَرضىI accept الذُلَّhumiliation حَظّاًas a lot وَصارِميwhile my keen sword
فَما لِيَ أَرضى الذُلَّ حَظّاً وَصارِمي
جَريءٌbold عَلىagainst الأَعناقِnecks غَيرُnot كَهامِblunt
جَريءٌ عَلى الأَعناقِ غَيرُ كَهامِ
Why should I accept humiliation as my lot, when my keen sword
is bold against necks and never blunt?
وَليand I have فَرَسٌa steed يَحكيresembles الرِياحَthe winds إِذاwhen جَرىit runs
وَلي فَرَسٌ يَحكي الرِياحَ إِذا جَرى
لِأَبعَدِto a farther شَأوٍdistance مِنthan بَعيدِa distant مَرامِgoal
لِأَبعَدِ شَأوٍ مِن بَعيدِ مَرامِ
I have a steed that matches the winds when it runs,
to a distance beyond even a far-off goal.
يُجيبُit responds to إِشاراتِthe signals of الضَميرِinner thought حَساسَةًwith keen awareness
يُجيبُ إِشاراتِ الضَميرِ حَساسَةً
وَيُغنيكَand spares you the need عَنfor سَوطٍa whip لَهُfor it وَلِجامِand a bridle
وَيُغنيكَ عَن سَوطٍ لَهُ وَلِجامِ
It answers the mind's signals with keen awareness,
and leaves you no need of whip or bridle for it.
Sol 6.1