إِذاwhen هَرَّتِloathed الأَحياءُthe tribes حَرباًa war مُضِرَّةًruinous
إِذا هَرَّتِ الأَحياءُ حَرباً مُضِرَّةً
تَرىyou see السُمَّthe venom مِنfrom أَنيابِهاits fangs يَتَقَطَّرُdrips
تَرى السُمَّ مِن أَنيابِها يَتَقَطَّرُ
When the tribes loathe a ruinous war,
When vicious creatures make war,
You see venom dripping from its fangs,
You'll see their poison dripping from their fangs.
غَداwent forth at dawn فيinto مَحانيهاits recesses اِبنُson of أَحوَزَAhwaz غَدوَةًone morning
غَدا في مَحانيها اِبنُ أَحوَزَ غَدوَةً
تُفَرِّجُit parts عَنهُaway from him وَالأَسِنَّةُand the spearheads تَخطِرُsway
تُفَرِّجُ عَنهُ وَالأَسِنَّةُ تَخطِرُ
At dawn Ibn Ahwaz goes forth into its recesses;
Tomorrow the son of Uhud will march at dawn
It parts around him as the spearheads sway.
To relieve them, though swords will clash and clang.
أَقامَbrought about عَلىupon حَيِّthe clan of المَزونِMazun قِيامَةًa day of doom
أَقامَ عَلى حَيِّ المَزونِ قِيامَةً
مِنَof المَوتِdeath إِلّاexcept أَنَّهاthat it هِيَit (emphatic) أَشهَرُmore renowned
مِنَ المَوتِ إِلّا أَنَّها هِيَ أَشهَرُ
He brought upon the clan of Mazun a day of doom,
He'll wreak havoc on the army of disbelief
Of death—save that it was more renowned.
With a massacre more famous than Death’s own.
وَقَدand already ضاقَgrew constrained ذَرعاًin endurance مُصطَلوهاthose exposed to its fire بِحَرِّهاby its heat
وَقَد ضاقَ ذَرعاً مُصطَلوها بِحَرِّها
وَعادَتand it became جَحيماًa hell نارَهاits fire تَتَسَعَّرُblazes fiercely
وَعادَت جَحيماً نارَها تَتَسَعَّرُ
And those caught in its blaze could no longer bear its heat,
Their protector will tire of their endless mischief;
And it became a hell, its fire blazing fiercely.
Their fire will flare up and engulf them alone.
Sol 6.1