زَعَمَclaimed اِبنُson of نابِغَةَNabighah اللَئيمُthe vile بِأَنَّناthat we
زَعَمَ اِبنُ نابِغَةَ اللَئيمُ بِأَنَّنا
لاnot نَجعَلُwe place الأَحسابَancestral honors دونَbefore; shielding مُحَمَّدِMuhammad
لا نَجعَلُ الأَحسابَ دونَ مُحَمَّدِ
The vile son of Nabighah claimed that we
The vile Ibn Nabigha claimed that we
do not shield Muhammad with our ancestral honor.
Do not hold Muhammad in high esteem
أَموالَناour wealth وَنُفوسُناand our lives مِنfrom دونِهِbefore him; defending him
أَموالَنا وَنُفوسُنا مِن دونِهِ
مَنwhoever يَصطَنِعdoes خَيراًgood يُثَبis rewarded وَيُحَمَّدِand is praised
مَن يَصطَنِع خَيراً يُثَب وَيُحَمَّدِ
Our wealth and our lives stand in his defense;
Our wealth and souls are naught without him
whoever does good is rewarded and praised.
Who does good is lauded and esteemed
فِتيانُyoung men صِدقٍtrue worth كَاللُيوثِlike lions مَساعِرٌkindlers of battle
فِتيانُ صِدقٍ كَاللُيوثِ مَساعِرٌ
مَنwhoever يَلقَهُمmeets them يَومَday of الهِياجِbattle يُعَرِّدُflees in fear
مَن يَلقَهُم يَومَ الهِياجِ يُعَرِّدُ
True young men, like lions, kindlers of battle:
Valiant lads like raging lions
whoever meets them on the day of battle flees.
Those who face them on frenzied day will bleed
قَومُpeople of اِبنِson of نابِغَةِNabighah اللِئامُthe vile أَذِلَّةٌabased
قَومُ اِبنِ نابِغَةِ اللِئامُ أَذِلَّةٌ
لاnot يُقبَلونَthey advance عَلىat صَفيرِthe whistle of المُرعَدِthe thunderer
لا يُقبَلونَ عَلى صَفيرِ المُرعَدِ
The vile people of the son of Nabighah are abased;
Ibn Nabigha's people, the vile weaklings
they do not advance at the thunderer's whistle.
Do not heed the roar of thunder's deed
وَبَنىand built لَهُمfor them بَيتاًa house أَبوكَyour father مُقَصِّراًfalling short
وَبَنى لَهُم بَيتاً أَبوكَ مُقَصِّراً
كُفراًunbelief وَلُؤماًand baseness بِئسَwretched is بَيتُthe house of المَحتِدِancestral lineage
كُفراً وَلُؤماً بِئسَ بَيتُ المَحتِدِ
And your father built them a paltry house,
Your father built them a house, incomplete
of unbelief and baseness—what a wretched ancestral house!
A home of blasphemy, how vile indeed
Sol 6.1