أَناI اِبنُson of ضَبَّةَDabbah فَرعٌa branch غَيرُnot مُؤتَشَبِintermingled
أَنا اِبنُ ضَبَّةَ فَرعٌ غَيرُ مُؤتَشَبِ
يَعلوrises شِهابيmy firebrand لَدىat مُستَخمَدِthe quenching of اللَهَبِthe flame
يَعلو شِهابي لَدى مُستَخمَدِ اللَهَبِ
I am a son of Dabbah, a branch of unmingled stock.
I am the son of Dabba, a branch not twisted,
My firebrand rises where the flame is quenched.
My flame rises when the fire has died down.
سَعدُSaʿd بنُson of ضَبَّةَDabbah تَنمينيraises me لِرابِيَةٍto a hill
سَعدُ بنُ ضَبَّةَ تَنميني لِرابِيَةٍ
تَعلوrises above الرَوابِيَthe hills فيin عِزٍّmight وَفيand in حَسَبِancestral honor
تَعلو الرَوابِيَ في عِزٍّ وَفي حَسَبِ
Saʿd son of Dabbah raises me to a hill
Sa'd the son of Dabba brought me up for leadership
that towers above the hills in might and ancestral honor.
That rises high in power and nobility.
إِذاwhen حَلَلتَyou encamped بِأَعلاهاupon its summit رَأَيتَyou saw بِهاin it
إِذا حَلَلتَ بِأَعلاها رَأَيتَ بِها
دونيbefore me حَوامِيَprotectors مِنfrom عِرّيسِهاits lion's lair الأَشِبِdensely tangled
دوني حَوامِيَ مِن عِرّيسِها الأَشِبِ
When you camp upon its summit, there you see
If you reach its summits you will see around it
protectors before me, from its tangled lion's lair,
Encircling squadrons of its young horsemen.
المانِعينَthose protecting غَداةَon the morning of الرَوعِterror نِسوَتَهُمtheir women
المانِعينَ غَداةَ الرَوعِ نِسوَتَهُم
وَالضارِبينَand those striking كِباشَrams (champions) العارِضِthe host اللَجِبِclamorous
وَالضارِبينَ كِباشَ العارِضِ اللَجِبِ
those who shield their women on the morning of terror,
The women of the bold, the morning after fright,
and those who strike the rams of the clamorous host.
And the strikers of the lofty, unbroken waves.
ماnot زِلتُI ceased أَتبَعُI follow أَشياخيmy forebears وَأُتعِبُهُand I weary him
ما زِلتُ أَتبَعُ أَشياخي وَأُتعِبُهُ
حَتّىuntil تَذَبذَبتَyou wavered ياO اِبنَson of الكَلبِthe dog بِالنَسَبِin lineage
حَتّى تَذَبذَبتَ يا اِبنَ الكَلبِ بِالنَسَبِ
I have kept following my forebears and wearying him,
I still follow my elders and weary them
until you wavered in your lineage, O son of a dog.
Until you stagger, o son of a dog!
أَناI اِبنُson of ضَبَّةَDabbah لِلقَومِto the people الَّذيwhom خَضَعَتbowed
أَنا اِبنُ ضَبَّةَ لِلقَومِ الَّذي خَضَعَت
خَيرُthe finest of القُرومِcamel-stallions (chiefs) فَهَذاso this خَيرُthe finest مُنتَسَبِlineage
خَيرُ القُرومِ فَهَذا خَيرُ مُنتَسَبِ
I am a son of Dabbah, of the people to whom bowed
I am the son of Dabba, to the tribe who bowed down,
the finest stallion-like chiefs—this is the finest lineage.
The best of tribes, so this is the best lineage.
اللَهُGod يَرفَعُنيexalts me وَالمَجدُand glory قَدindeed عَلِمواthey have known
اللَهُ يَرفَعُني وَالمَجدُ قَد عَلِموا
وَعِدَّةٌand a force فيamong مَعَدٍّMaʿadd غَيرُnot ذيpossessing رِيَبِdoubts
وَعِدَّةٌ في مَعَدٍّ غَيرُ ذي رِيَبِ
God exalts me, and glory—as they know—
God raises me as glory itself knows
and a force among Maʿadd, beyond all doubt,
And support lies in a prepared, unerring multitude.
وَبَيتُand a house of مَكرُمَةٍhonor فيin عِزِّthe might of أَوَّلِناour earliest forebears
وَبَيتُ مَكرُمَةٍ في عِزِّ أَوَّلِنا
مَجدٌglory تَليدٌancestral إِلَيهِto it كُلُّevery مُنتَجَبِchosen man
مَجدٌ تَليدٌ إِلَيهِ كُلُّ مُنتَجَبِ
and a house of honor in our earliest forebears' might—
And an honored house of our first ones in power
ancestral glory, to which every chosen man belongs
An inherited glory to which all nobles belong.
مِنfrom دارِمٍDarim حينَwhen صارَcame to pass الأَمرُthe affair وَاِشتَبَهَتand became confused
مِن دارِمٍ حينَ صارَ الأَمرُ وَاِشتَبَهَت
مَصادِرُways out الناسِthe people فيin رَجّافَةِa convulsion of الكُرَبِwoes
مَصادِرُ الناسِ في رَجّافَةِ الكُرَبِ
of Darim, when the affair came to pass and confusion clouded
From Darim, when authority was confused
the people's ways out, amid a convulsion of woes.
And the people's policies were in the severity of distress,
قَدindeed عَلِمَتhas known خِندِفٌKhindif وَالمَجدُand glory يَكنُفُهاsurrounds her
قَد عَلِمَت خِندِفٌ وَالمَجدُ يَكنُفُها
أَنَّthat لَناours عِزِّهاher might فيin أَوَّلِthe earliest of الحِقَبِthe ages
أَنَّ لَنا عِزِّها في أَوَّلِ الحِقَبِ
Khindif has known—glory surrounds her—
Khindif knew, glory being her mantle,
that her might was ours in the earliest ages,
That the power was ours in the first epochs.
وَفيand in الحَديثِlater times إِذاwhen الأَقوالُthe words شارِعَةٌopenly voiced
وَفي الحَديثِ إِذا الأَقوالُ شارِعَةٌ
فيin باحَةِthe courtyard of الشُركِpolytheism أَوor فيin بَيضَةِthe heart of العَرَبِthe Arabs
في باحَةِ الشُركِ أَو في بَيضَةِ العَرَبِ
and in later times, when words are openly voiced
And in tradition, when views were conflicting
in the courtyard of polytheism, or in the heart of the Arabs.
In the plain of polytheism or in the whiteness of the Arabs,
وَكُلِّand every يَومِday of هِياجٍbattle نَحنُwe قادَتُهُits leaders
وَكُلِّ يَومِ هِياجٍ نَحنُ قادَتُهُ
إِذاwhen الكُماةُthe armored warriors جَثَواknelt وَالكَبشُand the ram (champion) لِلرُكَبِto the knees
إِذا الكُماةُ جَثَوا وَالكَبشُ لِلرُكَبِ
And on every day of battle, we are its leaders,
And every day of alarm we were its leaders
when armored warriors kneel and the ram falls to his knees.
When the valorous lay flat and the ram led the riding camels.
مِنّاfrom us كَتائِبُbattalions مِثلُlike اللَيلِthe night نَجنِبُهاwe lead them
مِنّا كَتائِبُ مِثلُ اللَيلِ نَجنِبُها
بِالجُردِwith sleek horses وَالبارِقاتِand flashing swords البيضِwhite وَاليَلَبِand armor
بِالجُردِ وَالبارِقاتِ البيضِ وَاليَلَبِ
From us come battalions like the night; we lead them
Squadrons of ours like the night we compose
with sleek horses, white flashing swords, and armor,
With the bare sword and white lightning and cutting blades.
وَكُلِّand every فَضفاضَةٍample coat of mail كَالثَلجِlike snow مُحكَمَةٍtightly wrought
وَكُلِّ فَضفاضَةٍ كَالثَلجِ مُحكَمَةٍ
ماnot تَرثَعِنَّit slackens لِدَسِّat the thrusting of النَبلِarrows بِالقُطَبِwith arrowheads
ما تَرثَعِنَّ لِدَسِّ النَبلِ بِالقُطَبِ
and every ample coat of mail, like snow, tightly wrought,
And every swirling mass like compact snow
that never slackens as arrows probe it with their points.
That the slick of arrows cannot penetrate.
Sol 6.1