إِنَّindeed اِبنَthe son of سَلمىSalma فَاِعلَمواso know, all of you عِندَهُwith him دَميmy blood
إِنَّ اِبنَ سَلمى فَاِعلَموا عِندَهُ دَمي
وَهَيهاتَand how far beyond reach لاnot يُرجىcan be hoped for اِبنُthe son of سَلمىSalma وَلاand not دَميmy blood
وَهَيهاتَ لا يُرجى اِبنُ سَلمى وَلا دَمي
Indeed, the son of Salma—know this—is answerable for my blood.
The son of Salma, beware, with him lies my blood
And how far beyond reach! Neither the son of Salma nor requital for my blood can be hoped for.
Alas! No hope with the son of Salma, nor my blood
يُحِلُّhe encamps بِأَكنافِalong the flanks of الشِعابِthe ravines وَيَنتَميand rises
يُحِلُّ بِأَكنافِ الشِعابِ وَيَنتَمي
مَكانَto the place of الثُرَيّاthe Pleiades لَيسَhe is not بِالمُتَهَضِّمِone to be humbled
مَكانَ الثُرَيّا لَيسَ بِالمُتَهَضِّمِ
He camps along the flanks of the ravines and rises
He wanders in the folds of valleys, belonging to none
To the Pleiades’ height, not one to be brought low.
In a place not frequented, with thorns overgrown
رَمانيhe hurled at me وَلَمand did not يَدهَشlose his composure بِأَزرَقَwith a blue spear لَهذَمٍkeen-pointed
رَماني وَلَم يَدهَش بِأَزرَقَ لَهذَمٍ
عَشِيَّةَon the evening حَلّواthey encamped بَينَbetween نَعفٍa mountain spur وَمَخرَمِand a mountain pass
عَشِيَّةَ حَلّوا بَينَ نَعفٍ وَمَخرَمِ
He hurled a keen blue spear at me without losing his composure,
He attacked me, no fear in him, fierce and bold
On the evening they encamped between a mountain spur and a pass.
In the evening they pitched their tents, midst ruins untold
Sol 6.1