وَخَفّاقَةِand fluttering الراياتِbanners فيin جوْفِthe depths of نقْعِهاits dust-cloud
وَخَفّاقَةِ الراياتِ في جوْفِ نقْعِها
ترىyou see الجُرْدَsleek horses فيهاin it بالكماةwith armored warriors تَكَدّسُmass together
ترى الجُرْدَ فيها بالكماة تَكَدّسُ
And banners flutter in the heart of its dust-cloud;
And a battle with fluttering banners—in the depths of its dust-cloud,
you see the sleek steeds there, massed with armored warriors.
you see sleek horses there, massing with armored warriors.
زَبونٌfierce رَبَاhas swelled سَمّvenom بأطرافِat the tips of سُمْرِهاits brown spears
زَبونٌ رَبَا سَمّ بأطرافِ سُمْرِها
كأنّas though ثعابِيناًserpents بهاthrough them تَتَنفّسُbreathe
كأنّ ثعابِيناً بها تَتَنفّسُ
Fierce—its venom swells at the tips of its tawny lances,
Fierce, with venom swelling at the tips of its brown spears,
as though serpents were breathing through them.
as though serpents were breathing through them.
تروقُكَit charms you كالحسناءِlike a beauty يضحكsmiles سِنّهاher teeth
تروقُكَ كالحسناءِ يضحك سِنّها
وترتاعُand you recoil in fear منهاfrom it وهيwhile it كالغولِlike a ghoul تَعْبسُscowls
وترتاعُ منها وهي كالغولِ تَعْبسُ
It charms you like a beauty whose teeth laugh,
It charms you like a beauty whose teeth show in a smile,
and you recoil from it when it scowls like a ghoul.
yet you recoil from it as it scowls like a ghoul.
وتقلعُand wrench out أَرواحَthe souls of العداةِthe enemies أَسِنَّةٌspearheads
وتقلعُ أَرواحَ العداةِ أَسِنَّةٌ
تراهنّyou see them منهمْof them فيin الحيازيمthe chests تُغْرَسُare planted
تراهنّ منهمْ في الحيازيم تُغْرَسُ
Spearheads wrench the foemen’s souls away,
And spearheads wrench out the enemies’ souls;
and you see them planted in their upper chests.
you see them planted in their chests.
فَكَمand how many طَعنَةٍa spear-wound نَجلاءَgaping تَحسبهاyou take it for فماًa mouth
فَكَم طَعنَةٍ نَجلاءَ تَحسبها فماً
لهit has هَرَتٌa wide gape فيin الذمرthe valiant warrior بالدمِwith blood تَقْلِسُit spews
له هَرَتٌ في الذمر بالدمِ تَقْلِسُ
How many a gaping thrust you would take for a mouth,
And how many a gaping spear-wound you take for a mouth,
with wide-open jaws among the warriors, spewing blood!
with a wide gape in a valiant warrior, spewing blood.
صَبَبناwe poured عَلَيهاupon it ضَرْبَناour blows منfrom صَوارمٍkeen-edged swords
صَبَبنا عَلَيها ضَرْبَنا من صَوارمٍ
فغاصتso they plunged بهاinto it منbecause of أسْرِهاits captivating القلبَthe heart أنفُسُsouls
فغاصت بها من أسْرِها القلبَ أنفُسُ
We poured our blows upon it from sharp swords,
We poured upon it our blows from keen-edged swords,
and souls plunged into it, for it had taken the heart captive.
so souls plunged into it, for it had taken the heart captive.
ونَحنُand we بَنيsons of الثغرِthe frontier الَّذينَwho نُفوسُهُمْtheir souls
ونَحنُ بَني الثغرِ الَّذينَ نُفوسُهُمْ
ذُكورٌmales بِأَبكارِwith the virgins of المناياdeath تُعّرِسُthey wed
ذُكورٌ بِأَبكارِ المنايا تُعّرِسُ
We are the sons of the frontier, whose souls
And we, sons of the frontier, whose souls
are males that wed death’s virgin maidens.
are males who take death’s virgins as brides.
فمنso from عزْمناour resolve هنديّةُan Indian blade الضّرْبِstriking تُنتَضىis unsheathed
فمن عزْمنا هنديّةُ الضّرْبِ تُنتَضى
ومنand from زَنْدناour firestick ناريّةُfiery البأسvalor تُقْبَسُis kindled
ومن زَنْدنا ناريّةُ البأس تُقْبَسُ
From our resolve an Indian blade, keen in the stroke, is drawn;
So from our resolve the Indian blade of battle is unsheathed,
from our firestick the fire of valor is kindled.
and from our firestick the flame of valor is kindled.
Sol 6.1