يَاO سَيْفَsword آخِرِlast مَالِكٍruler فِيin دَولَةٍa realm
يَا سَيْفَ آخِرِ مَالِكٍ فِي دَولَةٍ
الفخرُglory كُلُّall الفَخْرِglory فيin آثارِهَاits relics
الفخرُ كُلُّ الفَخْرِ في آثارِهَا
O sword of the last sovereign in his realm,
O sword of the last ruler of a realm,
glory—all glory—lives in that realm’s legacy.
in whose relics lies glory—all glory!
لَيْتَwould that الفَنَاءَdestruction عَدَاattacked عَلَيْكَagainst you مُغَيِّبًاerasing
لَيْتَ الفَنَاءَ عَدَا عَلَيْكَ مُغَيِّبًا
ذِكْرَىmemory تَلَطُّخِbeing stained صَفْحَتَيْكَyour two flat sides بِعَارِهَاwith its shame
ذِكْرَى تَلَطُّخِ صَفْحَتَيْكَ بِعَارِهَا
If only annihilation had overtaken you, effacing
Would that destruction had overtaken you, erasing
the memory of your two faces stained with its disgrace.
the memory of your two faces stained with its shame.
أَوْلَىmore fitting بِأَرْبَابِfor the masters of الظُّبَىthe blades تَحْطِيمُهَاshattering them
أَوْلَى بِأَرْبَابِ الظُّبَى تَحْطِيمُهَا
أَوْor مَوْتُهُمْtheir death بِالعِزِّwith honor تَحْتَbeneath شفَارِهَاtheir edges
أَوْ مَوْتُهُمْ بِالعِزِّ تَحْتَ شفَارِهَا
Fitter for the lords of blades to shatter them,
It is worthier of the masters of blades to shatter them,
or die with honor beneath their edges,
or to die with honor beneath their edges,
مِنْthan طَرْحِهَاcasting them بِيَدِinto the hand of العَدُوِّthe enemy بِذِلَّةٍin humiliation
مِنْ طَرْحِهَا بِيَدِ العَدُوِّ بِذِلَّةٍ
يَسْتَنْكِفُdisdain الحُفَدَاءُthe descendants مِنْfrom تَذْكَارِهَاrecalling it
يَسْتَنْكِفُ الحُفَدَاءُ مِنْ تَذْكَارِهَا
than cast them into the enemy’s hand in an abasement
than to cast them into the enemy's hand in humiliation
whose very memory makes their descendants recoil.
that descendants disdain to recall.
Sol 6.1