إِنَّ النَوائِحَ لا يَعدونَ في عُمَرٍ

إِنَّ النَوائِحَ لا يَعدونَ في عُمَرٍ

ما كانَ فيهِ وَلا المَولى إِذا اِفتَخَرا

ما كانَ فيهِ وَلا المَولى إِذا اِفتَخَرا

Indeed, the mourning women do not go beyond, in speaking of Umar,

The wailers do not count in a lifetime

what was in him—nor does his client when he boasts—

What was in it, nor the Master if he boasts

إِذا عَدَدنَ فَعالاً أَو لَهُ حَسَباً

إِذا عَدَدنَ فَعالاً أَو لَهُ حَسَباً

أَو يَومَ هَيجاءَ يُعشي بَأسُهُ البَصَرا

أَو يَومَ هَيجاءَ يُعشي بَأسُهُ البَصَرا

when they recount noble deeds or his ancestral honor,

When he counts deeds or if he has lineage

or a day of battle when his might dims the sight:

Or a day of battle when his might dazzles eyesight

القائِلَ الفاعِلَ الحامي حَقيقَتَهُ

القائِلَ الفاعِلَ الحامي حَقيقَتَهُ

وَالواهِبَ المِئَةَ المِعكاءَ وَالغُرَرا

وَالواهِبَ المِئَةَ المِعكاءَ وَالغُرَرا

the speaker, the doer, the defender of his honor,

The Sayer, the Doer, the Guardian of his truth

and the giver of a close-packed hundred camels and fair-skinned slaves.

The Giver, the refuge, the misleading mirages

لا يُلقِيَن بِيَدَيهِ الدَهرَ ذي حَسَبٍ

لا يُلقِيَن بِيَدَيهِ الدَهرَ ذي حَسَبٍ

يَرجو الفِداءَ إِذا ما رُمحُهُ اِنكَسَرا

يَرجو الفِداءَ إِذا ما رُمحُهُ اِنكَسَرا

Let no man of noble ancestry ever surrender,

One of lineage must not cast his hands to fate

hoping for ransom when his spear has broken.

Seeking ransom when his spear is broken