ياO سائلاًone who asks عنّيabout me رُواةnarrators عشيرتيmy clan
يا سائلاً عنّي رُواة عشيرتي
مِنfrom مُطلقٍa free man مُثرٍwealthy وعانٍand a captive بائسِwretched
مِن مُطلقٍ مُثرٍ وعانٍ بائسِ
O you who ask my clan's narrators about me,
O you who ask the storytellers of my tribe
Whether wealthy freemen or wretched captives,
About an undaunted knight, valiant and brave,
سلask مَنwhoever غداbecame بعلاءِof the loftiness of مجديmy glory عالماًknowledgeable
سل مَن غدا بعلاءِ مجدي عالماً
أوor راحَbecame فيin الشّرفِhonor الرّفيعِlofty مُنافسيmy rival
أو راحَ في الشّرفِ الرّفيعِ مُنافسي
Ask whoever has come to know my exalted glory,
Ask who with the heights of my glory has become familiar,
Or has vied with me in lofty honor.
Or who with my noble and lofty ambition competes,
يُخبرِكَwill tell you كلُّeach one عنof حماسةِthe valor of ماجدٍa noble man
يُخبرِكَ كلُّ عن حماسةِ ماجدٍ
زاكيpure الأرومةِin lineage نابهٍrenowned مُتكايسِastute
زاكي الأرومةِ نابهٍ مُتكايسِ
Each will tell you of a noble man's valor,
Each will tell you about the valor of Majid,
Of pure lineage, renowned and astute.
Bearer of bright sword, intrepid and bold,
يقريهمُhe feeds them as guests فيin كلِّevery عامٍyear أجردٍbarren
يقريهمُ في كلِّ عامٍ أجردٍ
ويقُرُّهمand he keeps them secure فيon كلّevery يومٍday عابسِfrowning; grim
ويقُرُّهم في كلّ يومٍ عابسِ
He feeds them in every barren year,
Who charges them every barren year,
And keeps them safe on every grim day.
And attacks them each gloomy day,
يلقىhe meets الكُماةarmored warriors بصدرِwith the breast of عادٍan assailant عارمٍfierce
يلقى الكُماة بصدرِ عادٍ عارمٍ
لاnot واهنٍweak فَرِقٍfearful ولاnor مُتقاعسِhanging back
لا واهنٍ فَرِقٍ ولا مُتقاعسِ
He meets armored warriors with a fierce assailant's breast,
Who meets the warriors with a raging chest,
Neither weak nor fearful, nor hanging back.
Neither weak, nor cowardly, nor retreating,
يستلُّhe draws سيفَa sword مُهنّدٍof Indian steel ذيpossessing رونقٍluster
يستلُّ سيفَ مُهنّدٍ ذي رونقٍ
مُتألّقٍgleaming فيin جُنحِthe gloom of ليلٍa night دامسِpitch-dark
مُتألّقٍ في جُنحِ ليلٍ دامسِ
He draws a lustrous sword of Indian steel,
Who unsheathes the bright, splendid sword,
Gleaming in the gloom of a pitch-dark night.
Gleaming in the darkness of night,
ماnot زالَceased يعلوهُمhe strikes them بهِwith it متقدماًadvancing
ما زالَ يعلوهُم بهِ متقدماً
والموتُand death يرمُقُهwatches him بطرفٍwith an eye ناعسِdrowsy
والموتُ يرمُقُه بطرفٍ ناعسِ
He kept striking them with it as he advanced,
He still surpasses them with it, leading,
While death watched him with a drowsy eye,
While death watches him with a drowsy eye,
حتىuntil غداhe became بدمائهمwith their blood مُتخضّباًdyed
حتى غدا بدمائهم مُتخضّباً
انَّindeed النّجيعَfresh blood خِضابُthe dye of كفِّthe palm of الفارسِthe horseman
انَّ النّجيعَ خِضابُ كفِّ الفارسِ
Until he was dyed with their blood:
Until with their blood he is saturated,
Indeed, fresh blood is the dye of the horseman's palm.
For the flashing of swords is the dye of the knight's palm.
Sol 6.1