وَطِئَتtrod جِيادُthe steeds of يَزيدَYazid كُلَّevery مَدينَةٍcity
وَطِئَت جِيادُ يَزيدَ كُلَّ مَدينَةٍ
بَينَbetween الرُدومِal-Rudum وَبَينَand between نَخلِthe palms of وَبارِWabar
بَينَ الرُدومِ وَبَينَ نَخلِ وَبارِ
Yazid's steeds have trodden every city
Between al-Rudum and the palms of Wabar.
شُعثاًshaggy مُسَوَّمَةًmarked عَلىupon أَكتافِهاtheir shoulders
شُعثاً مُسَوَّمَةً عَلى أَكتافِها
أُسدٌlions هَواصِرُcrushers لِلكُماةِof armored champions ضَوارِferocious
أُسدٌ هَواصِرُ لِلكُماةِ ضَوارِ
Shaggy and marked, bearing upon their shoulders
Savage lions that crush armored champions.
ماnot زالَceased مُذsince عَقَدَتtied يَداهُhis two hands إِزارَهُhis waistcloth
ما زالَ مُذ عَقَدَت يَداهُ إِزارَهُ
فَدَناthen drew near فَأَدرَكَthen reached خَمسَةَfive الأَشبارِhandspans
فَدَنا فَأَدرَكَ خَمسَةَ الأَشبارِ
He has never ceased—since his hands tied his waistcloth,
And he grew to a height of five handspans—
يُدنيbrings close خَوافِقَfluttering standards مِنto خَوافِقَfluttering standards تَلتَقيthat meet
يُدني خَوافِقَ مِن خَوافِقَ تَلتَقي
فيin كُلِّevery مُعتَبَطِfreshly stirred الغُبارِdust مُثارِraised
في كُلِّ مُعتَبَطِ الغُبارِ مُثارِ
To bring fluttering standards against standards that clash
Wherever fresh clouds of dust are stirred.
وَلَقَدand indeed بَنىbuilt لَبَنيfor the sons of المُهَلَّبِal-Muhallab بَيتَهُمtheir house
وَلَقَد بَنى لَبَني المُهَلَّبِ بَيتَهُم
فيin المَجدِglory أَطوَلُthe longest أَذرُعٍarms وَسَواريand pillars
في المَجدِ أَطوَلُ أَذرُعٍ وَسَواري
Indeed, their house was built for the sons of al-Muhallab
In glory, by the longest arms and loftiest pillars.
بُنِيَتwere built دَعائِمُهُits supports عَلىupon جَبَلٍa mountain لَهُمof theirs
بُنِيَت دَعائِمُهُ عَلى جَبَلٍ لَهُم
وَعَلَتand rose فَوارِعُهُits lofty summits عَلىabove الأَبصارِeyesight
وَعَلَت فَوارِعُهُ عَلى الأَبصارِ
Its supports were built upon a mountain of theirs,
And its summits rose beyond the reach of sight.
تَلقىyou meet فَوارِسَhorsemen لِلعَتيكِof al-Atik كَأَنَّهُمas though they were
تَلقى فَوارِسَ لِلعَتيكِ كَأَنَّهُم
أُسدٌlions قَطَعنَhave cut off سَوابِلَthe paths of السُفّارِtravelers
أُسدٌ قَطَعنَ سَوابِلَ السُفّارِ
You meet horsemen of al-Atik, as though they were
Lions that have cut off travelers' roads.
ذَكَرَينِtwo males مُرتَدِفَينِriding in tandem كُلَّevery تَقَلُّصٍlean, taut steed
ذَكَرَينِ مُرتَدِفَينِ كُلَّ تَقَلُّصٍ
ذَكَرٍmale شَديدِstrong إِغارَةِtight twisting الإِمرارِfirm binding
ذَكَرٍ شَديدِ إِغارَةِ الإِمرارِ
Two males riding in tandem upon each lean
Stallion, powerfully corded and tightly knit.
حَمَلواthey brought down الظُباتِsword-edges عَلىupon الشُؤونِskulls وَأَقسَمواand swore
حَمَلوا الظُباتِ عَلى الشُؤونِ وَأَقسَموا
لَيُقَنِّعَنَّthey would surely strike عِمامَةَthe turban of الجَبّارِthe tyrant
لَيُقَنِّعَنَّ عِمامَةَ الجَبّارِ
They brought sword-edges down upon skulls and swore
They would surely smite the tyrant's turban.
صَرَعوهُthey felled him بَينَamong دَكادِكٍlow mounds فيin مَزحَفٍa charge
صَرَعوهُ بَينَ دَكادِكٍ في مَزحَفٍ
لِلخَيلِof cavalry يُقحِمُهُنَّdriving them headlong كُلَّevery خَبارِstretch of yielding ground
لِلخَيلِ يُقحِمُهُنَّ كُلَّ خَبارِ
They felled him among low mounds, in a charge
Of cavalry, driving the horses through every stretch of yielding earth.
مُتَقَلِّديgirded with قَلعِيَّةٍQal‘i blades وَصَوارِمٍand keen swords
مُتَقَلِّدي قَلعِيَّةٍ وَصَوارِمٍ
هِندِيَّةٍIndian-made وَقَديمَةِand ancient in الآثارِmarkings
هِندِيَّةٍ وَقَديمَةِ الآثارِ
Girt with Qal‘i blades and keen-edged swords,
Indian-made and bearing ancient markings,
وَعَواسِلٍand swaying spears عَسَلَthe loping of الذِئابِwolves كَأَنَّهاas though they were
وَعَواسِلٍ عَسَلَ الذِئابِ كَأَنَّها
أَشطانُwell-ropes بائِنَةٍa deep well مِنَamong الآبارِthe wells
أَشطانُ بائِنَةٍ مِنَ الآبارِ
And spears swaying with the loping of wolves, as though they were
The bucket-ropes of a deep well.
يَقصِمنَthey shatter إِذwhen طَعَنواthey thrust بِهاwith them أَقرانَهُمtheir opponents
يَقصِمنَ إِذ طَعَنوا بِها أَقرانَهُم
حَلَقَthe rings of الدُروعِmail coats وَهُنَّand they غَيرُnot قِصارِshort
حَلَقَ الدُروعِ وَهُنَّ غَيرُ قِصارِ
They shatter, when the men thrust them at their rivals,
The rings of mail—and these spears are not short.
تَلقىyou find قَبائِلَtribes أُمِّthe mother of كُلَّevery قَبيلَةٍtribe
تَلقى قَبائِلَ أُمِّ كُلَّ قَبيلَةٍ
أُمُّthe mother of العَتيكِal-Atik بِناتِقٍas a prolific mother مِذكارِbearing sons
أُمُّ العَتيكِ بِناتِقٍ مِذكارِ
You find tribes: the mother of every tribe
Is al-Atik's mother, prolific in bearing sons.
وَلَدَتshe bore لِأَزهَرَto Azhar كُلَّevery أَصيَدَproud lord يَبتَنيbuilds for himself
وَلَدَت لِأَزهَرَ كُلَّ أَصيَدَ يَبتَني
بِالسَيفِwith the sword يَومَon a day of تَعانُقٍgrappling وَكِرارِand renewed charges
بِالسَيفِ يَومَ تَعانُقٍ وَكِرارِ
She bore to Azhar every proud lord who builds his glory
With the sword, on a day of grappling and renewed charges.
يَحميhe defends المَكارِمَnoble virtues بِالسُيوفِwith swords إِذاwhen عَلاrises
يَحمي المَكارِمَ بِالسُيوفِ إِذا عَلا
صَوتُthe sound of الظُباتِsword-edges يُطِرنَthey send flying كُلَّall شَرارِsparks
صَوتُ الظُباتِ يُطِرنَ كُلَّ شَرارِ
He defends noble virtues with swords whenever rises
The clang of blades that send all sparks flying.
Sol 6.1