صَحا مِن سُكرِهِ قَلبي وَفاقا

صَحا مِن سُكرِهِ قَلبي وَفاقا

وَزارَ النَومُ أَجفاني اِستِراقا

وَزارَ النَومُ أَجفاني اِستِراقا

My heart sobered from its drunkenness and came to its senses.

My heart awoke from its drunkenness,

And sleep visited my eyelids stealthily.

And sleep visited my eyelids by stealth.

وَأَسعَدَني الزَمانُ فَصارَ سَعدي

وَأَسعَدَني الزَمانُ فَصارَ سَعدي

يَشُقُّ الحُجبَ وَالسَبعَ الطِباقا

يَشُقُّ الحُجبَ وَالسَبعَ الطِباقا

And time favored me, so my good fortune began

Time made me fortunate, so my happiness

To pierce the veils and the seven layered heavens.

Broke through veils and formidable barriers.

أَنا العَبدُ الَّذي يَلقى المَنايا

أَنا العَبدُ الَّذي يَلقى المَنايا

غَداةَ الرَوعِ لا يَخشى المَحاقا

غَداةَ الرَوعِ لا يَخشى المَحاقا

I am the slave who faces death

I am the slave who meets calamities

On the morning of terror, fearing no annihilation.

The morning after panic, fearing no end.

أَكُرُّ عَلى الفَوارِسِ يَومَ حَربٍ

أَكُرُّ عَلى الفَوارِسِ يَومَ حَربٍ

وَلا أَخشى المُهَنَّدَةَ الرِقاقا

وَلا أَخشى المُهَنَّدَةَ الرِقاقا

I charge the horsemen on a day of war,

I attack the horsemen on days of war,

Nor do I fear the slender Indian-steel swords.

And do not fear the lightly armed warriors.

وَتُطرِبُني سُيوفُ الهِندِ حَتّى

وَتُطرِبُني سُيوفُ الهِندِ حَتّى

أَهيمَ إِلى مَضارِبِها اِشتِياقا

أَهيمَ إِلى مَضارِبِها اِشتِياقا

And the swords of India enrapture me until

I am thrilled by Indian swords until

I long madly for their striking edges.

I yearn for the arenas where they clash.

وَإِنّي أَعشَقُ السُمرَ العَوالي

وَإِنّي أَعشَقُ السُمرَ العَوالي

وَغَيري يَعشَقُ البيضَ الرِشاقا

وَغَيري يَعشَقُ البيضَ الرِشاقا

And indeed I love the tall, brown spears,

But I am one who loves the noble summit,

While others love fair, slender women.

While others love the soft and gentle sands.

وَكاساتُ الأَسِنَّةِ لي شَرابٌ

وَكاساتُ الأَسِنَّةِ لي شَرابٌ

أَلَذُّ بِهِ اِصطِباحاً وَاِغتِباقا

أَلَذُّ بِهِ اِصطِباحاً وَاِغتِباقا

And the cups of spearheads are my drink,

Goblets with spear-heads are my drink,

Which I relish drinking morning and evening.

With which I am happiest when I imbibe.

وَأَطرافُ القَنا الخَطِّيِّ نَقلي

وَأَطرافُ القَنا الخَطِّيِّ نَقلي

وَرَيحاني إِذا المِضمارُ ضاقا

وَرَيحاني إِذا المِضمارُ ضاقا

And the tips of Khatti spears are my sweetmeats

The tips of slim spears are my transport,

And my fragrant herbs when the racecourse narrows.

As is the fragrance of basil when the track is congested.

جَزى اللَهُ الجَوادَ اليَومَ عَنّي

جَزى اللَهُ الجَوادَ اليَومَ عَنّي

بِما يَجزي بِهِ الخَيلَ العِتاقا

بِما يَجزي بِهِ الخَيلَ العِتاقا

May God reward the steed today on my behalf,

May God reward the steed today for me,

With the reward He grants noble horses.

As free horses are rewarded by release.

شَقَقتُ بِصَدرِهِ مَوجَ المَنايا

شَقَقتُ بِصَدرِهِ مَوجَ المَنايا

وَخُضتُ النَقعَ لا أَخشى اللَحاقا

وَخُضتُ النَقعَ لا أَخشى اللَحاقا

With his breast I cleaved the waves of death,

With his chest I split the wave of death,

And I waded through the battle-dust, unafraid of being overtaken.

And plunged in, heedless of being caught.

أَلا يا عَبلَ لَو أَبصَرتِ فِعلي

أَلا يا عَبلَ لَو أَبصَرتِ فِعلي

وَخَيلُ المَوتِ تَنطَبِقُ اِنطِباقا

وَخَيلُ المَوتِ تَنطَبِقُ اِنطِباقا

Ah, Abla, if only you had seen my deeds,

Oh Abla, if you could see my deeds,

While death's horses closed tightly in.

And death's horses closing in fast around me!

سَلي سَيفي وَرُمحي عَن قِتالي

سَلي سَيفي وَرُمحي عَن قِتالي

هُما في الحَربِ كانا لي رِفاقا

هُما في الحَربِ كانا لي رِفاقا

Ask my sword and my spear about my fighting:

Ask my sword and spear about my fighting;

In war, they were both my companions.

In war they were my companions.

سَقَيتُهُما دَماً لَو كانَ يُسقى

سَقَيتُهُما دَماً لَو كانَ يُسقى

بِهِ جَبَلا تِهامَةَ ما أَفاقا

بِهِ جَبَلا تِهامَةَ ما أَفاقا

I gave them both blood to drink; had it been given

I watered them with blood, which if poured

To Tihama's two mountains, they would not have recovered.

On Mount Tihama, would not revive.

وَكَم مِن سَيِّدٍ خَلَّيتُ مُلقىً

وَكَم مِن سَيِّدٍ خَلَّيتُ مُلقىً

يُحَرِّكُ في الدِما قَدَماً وَساقا

يُحَرِّكُ في الدِما قَدَماً وَساقا

And many a chieftain I have left sprawled,

And many a lord have I felled and left

Moving a foot and a leg in the blood.

Twitching feet and legs in the blood.