فَداكَ مِنَ الأَقوامِ كُلُّ مُزَنَّدٍ

فَداكَ مِنَ الأَقوامِ كُلُّ مُزَنَّدٍ

قَصيرِ يَدِ السِربالِ مُستَرِقِ الشِبرِ

قَصيرِ يَدِ السِربالِ مُستَرِقِ الشِبرِ

May every stout-forearmed man among the tribes be your ransom—

May every mean fellow among the peoples be your ransom,

his tunic’s sleeve too short for him, his stature stealing an extra handspan—

Short of tunic sleeve, scant of handspan,

مِنَ المُزلَهِمّينَ الَّذينَ كَأَنَّهُم

مِنَ المُزلَهِمّينَ الَّذينَ كَأَنَّهُم

إِذا اِحتَضَرَ القَومُ الخِوانَ عَلى وِترِ

إِذا اِحتَضَرَ القَومُ الخِوانَ عَلى وِترِ

one of those towering, massive men who seem,

Among those glowering men who seem,

when men crowd the banquet-board, to be settling a blood-feud.

When people gather at the table, to bear a grudge.

فَأَنتَ اِبنُ بَطحاوَي قُرَيشٍ فَإِن تَشَأ

فَأَنتَ اِبنُ بَطحاوَي قُرَيشٍ فَإِن تَشَأ

تَنَل مِن ثَقيفٍ سَيلَ ذي حَدَبٍ غَمرِ

تَنَل مِن ثَقيفٍ سَيلَ ذي حَدَبٍ غَمرِ

For you are born of both Batḥāʾ lines of Quraysh; if you wish,

For you are the son of a Qurayshi of the Batha; and if you wish,

you can summon from Thaqīf a vast, high-crested flood.

You may draw from Thaqif the torrent of a caring, bountiful man.

وَأَنتَ اِبنُ فَرعٍ ماجِدٍ لِعَقيلَةٍ

وَأَنتَ اِبنُ فَرعٍ ماجِدٍ لِعَقيلَةٍ

تَلَقَّت لَهُ الشَمسُ المُضيئَةُ بِالبَدرِ

تَلَقَّت لَهُ الشَمسُ المُضيئَةُ بِالبَدرِ

And you are the son of a glorious scion, born to a highborn lady,

And you are a noble branch's son, born to a highborn lady;

for whose sake the radiant sun met the full moon.

For him, the radiant sun met with the full moon.