حلولُكyour stay فيin محلّthe abode of الضيمoppression داماhas lasted
حلولُك في محلّ الضيم داما
وحدُّand the edge of السيفthe sword يأبىrefuses أنto يُضاماbe wronged
وحدُّ السيف يأبى أن يُضاما
Your stay in the abode of oppression has lasted,
Your solutions replace oppression forever
And the sword's edge refuses to be wronged.
The sharpness of the sword refuses to be blunt
وكيفand how تمسُّtouch جانِبَكyour side اللياليthe nights
وكيف تمسُّ جانِبَك الليالي
بِذُلٍّwith abasement أوor تحلّinflict بهupon it اهتضاماhumiliation
بِذُلٍّ أو تحلّ به اهتضاما
And how can the nights touch your side
How can the long nights touch your honorable side
With abasement, or inflict humiliation upon it?
With humiliation or gather indignities
ولمand have not تنهضrisen بأعباءٍwith burdens ثقالٍheavy
ولم تنهض بأعباءٍ ثقالٍ
بهنَّunder them سواكanyone but you لَمdid not يطقِhave strength for القياماundertaking
بهنَّ سواك لَم يطقِ القياما
And you have not risen to shoulder heavy burdens
You did not get up with heavy burdens
That no one but you could bear,
That none but you could endure arising
ولمand have not تُضرمkindled بحدِّwith the edge of السيفِthe sword حرباًa war
ولم تُضرم بحدِّ السيفِ حرباً
إلىto كبدthe heart of السماthe sky ترميhurls الضراماthe flames
إلى كبد السما ترمي الضراما
Nor kindled with the sword's edge a war
You did not ignite with the sharpness of swords, a war
That hurls flames into the heart of the sky,
Whose arrows reach to the liver of the sky
فيملأso fills طرفُكyour steed الآفاقَthe horizons نقعاًwith dust
فيملأ طرفُك الآفاقَ نقعاً
ويملأand fills سيفُكyour sword الأقطارَthe lands هاماwith heads
ويملأ سيفُك الأقطارَ هاما
So that your steed fills the horizons with dust
So your gaze fills horizons with carnage
And your sword fills the lands with heads.
And your sword fills regions with hot blood
أتبذلُwould you surrender للخمولto obscurity جنابَthe dignity of حُرٍّa free man
أتبذلُ للخمول جنابَ حُرٍّ
يحاذرfears أنto يُعابbe faulted وأنand to يُداماbe reviled
يحاذر أن يُعاب وأن يُداما
Would you surrender a free man's dignity to obscurity,
Do you give to laziness the side of a free man
One who fears being faulted and reviled?
Who is cautious of blame and violation
وآلكand your kin بالضباwith sword blades شرعواestablished المعاليlofty honors
وآلك بالضبا شرعوا المعالي
وجيشwhile the army of الموتِdeath يزدحمcrowds together ازدحاماin a dense throng
وجيش الموتِ يزدحم ازدحاما
And your kin established glory with sword blades,
While your family parts the glories
While death's army pressed in a dense throng,
And the army of death is crowded with crowds
غداةَon the morning when طريدةُthe outcast of المختارthe Chosen One جاءتcame
غداةَ طريدةُ المختار جاءت
تقودleading لحربهِمto fight them جيشاًan army لُهاماvast
تقود لحربهِم جيشاً لُهاما
On the morning when the Chosen One's outcast came,
The morning the Chosen One's fugitive came
Leading a vast army to wage war upon them,
Leading their army violently enraged
ورامتand sought أنto تسومَinflict الضيمَhumiliation ندباًon a gallant man
ورامت أن تسومَ الضيمَ ندباً
أبىrefused منout of عزِّهhis dignity عنfrom أنto يُضاماbe wronged
أبى من عزِّه عن أن يُضاما
And sought to inflict humiliation on a gallant man
She wanted to count the oppression as loss
Who, in his dignity, refused to be wronged.
But he refused from his dignity to be damaged
فأفرغَso he cast جاشَهُhis courage درعاًas armor عليهupon himself
فأفرغَ جاشَهُ درعاً عليه
ونقعَand the dust of الموتِdeath صيَّرهhe made it لِثاماa face veil
ونقعَ الموتِ صيَّره لِثاما
So he cast his courage as armor upon himself,
So he poured his contents as armor over him
And made death's dust a veil for his face.
And made the carnage of death his headwrap
يؤازرهsupports him أخوa brother of صدقٍsincerity شمامٌShammam (a mountain)
يؤازره أخو صدقٍ شمامٌ
يساندُbuttresses منfrom أباطِحهhis gravelly valleys شَماماShammam
يساندُ من أباطِحه شَماما
A true brother supports him, a Shammam,
Supporting him, a brother of truth, valiant
Buttressing Shammam from his gravelly valleys.
Propping up his supporter fiercely courageous
وصلٌّand a viper فيin صريمتهِhis firm resolve مُواسٍgiving aid
وصلٌّ في صريمتهِ مُواسٍ
لصلٍّto a viper ينفثspits out الموتَdeath الزؤاماswift and terrible
لصلٍّ ينفث الموتَ الزؤاما
And a viper in his resolve, giving aid
A stalwart in his cry, sympathizing
To a viper that spits out swift, terrible death.
With stalwarts spewing out violent death
هوhe العباسُal-Abbas ليثُthe lion of بنيthe sons of نزارٍNizar
هو العباسُ ليثُ بني نزارٍ
ومنand he who قدindeed كانwas للاّجيfor the refuge-seeker عِصاماa safeguard
ومن قد كان للاّجي عِصاما
He is al-Abbas, lion of the sons of Nizar,
He is Al-Abbas, the lion of Bani Nazar
And he who was a safeguard for the seeker of refuge,
And who had been to the weakened a protector
هزبرٌa lion أغلبthick-necked تخذَmade اشتباكَthe interlacing of الthe
هزبرٌ أغلب تخذَ اشتباكَ ال
رماحspears بِحومةin the thick of الهيجاbattle أُجاماthickets
رماح بِحومة الهيجا أُجاما
A thick-necked lion who made the tangle of the
Huzayr prevailing, seizing the entanglement
Spears in the thick of battle his thickets.
Of spears with the ardency of battle
فمدَّتso spread فوقهabove him العُقبانthe eagles ظِلاًّshade
فمدَّت فوقه العُقبان ظِلاًّ
ليُقريهاto feast them جسومَهمtheir bodies طعاماas food
ليُقريها جسومَهم طعاما
So the eagles spread shade above him,
So the crows spread shade over him
To serve them his foes' bodies as food.
For his body to roast them as food
وواجهتand met الضباthe sword blades منهfrom him محيًّاa countenance
وواجهت الضبا منه محيًّا
منيراًradiant نورُهits light يجلوdispels الضلاماthe darkness
منيراً نورُه يجلو الضلاما
And the sword blades met his countenance,
And the young men faced from him an awakening
Radiant, its light dispelling the darkness.
His light dispelling the darkness
أخلاّءٌdear friends تُصافحهshaking his hand يراهاhe sees them
أخلاّءٌ تُصافحه يراها
إذاwhen اختلفتcome in succession بجبهتهupon his brow لِطاماin slapping blows
إذا اختلفت بجبهته لِطاما
He sees them as dear friends shaking his hand,
Gallant men handshake with him when they see
When they strike his brow in successive slaps.
His forehead adorned with blood
أبيٌّunbowed عندat مسّthe touch of الضيمhumiliation يمضيhe advances
أبيٌّ عند مسّ الضيم يمضي
بعزمٍwith resolve يقطعcleaves العضبthe keen sword الحُساماthe cutting sword
بعزمٍ يقطع العضب الحُساما
Unbowed, when humiliation touches him, he advances
My father, when oppression touches, proceeds
With a resolve that cleaves the keen, cutting sword.
With resolve that cuts through the sharp swords
Sol 6.1