عَرينٌ مِن عُرَينَةَ لَيسَ مِنّا

عَرينٌ مِن عُرَينَةَ لَيسَ مِنّا

بَرِئتُ إِلى عُرَينَةَ مِن عَرينِ

بَرِئتُ إِلى عُرَينَةَ مِن عَرينِ

ʿArīn is of ʿUraynah, not one of us.

A den from Urayna is not one of ours

To ʿUraynah I declare myself free of ʿArīn.

I disavow Urayna for a den

قُبَيَّلَةٌ أَناخَ اللُؤمُ فيها

قُبَيَّلَةٌ أَناخَ اللُؤمُ فيها

فَلَيسَ اللُؤمُ تارِكَهُم لِحينِ

فَلَيسَ اللُؤمُ تارِكَهُم لِحينِ

A petty little tribe where baseness has encamped,

A tribe where baseness has pitched its tents

So baseness will not leave them even for a while.

Baseness does not leave them for a while

عَرَفنا جَعفَراً وَبَني عُبَيدٍ

عَرَفنا جَعفَراً وَبَني عُبَيدٍ

وَأَنكَرنا زَعانِفَ آخَرينِ

وَأَنكَرنا زَعانِفَ آخَرينِ

We recognized Jaʿfar and the sons of ʿUbayd,

We know Ja'far and the sons of Ubayd

And rejected the other hangers-on.

Yet we reject the fins of others

أَتَوعِدُني وَراءَ بَني رِياحٍ

أَتَوعِدُني وَراءَ بَني رِياحٍ

كَذَبتَ لِتَقصُرَنَّ يَداكَ دوني

كَذَبتَ لِتَقصُرَنَّ يَداكَ دوني

Do you threaten me from behind the sons of Riyāḥ?

Do you threaten me from behind the sons of Riyah?

You lie! Your two hands will surely fall short of me.

You lied to make your hands fall short of me

فَنِعمَ الوَفدُ وَفدُ بَني رِياحٍ

فَنِعمَ الوَفدُ وَفدُ بَني رِياحٍ

وَنِعمَ فَوارِسُ الفَزَعِ اليَقينِ

وَنِعمَ فَوارِسُ الفَزَعِ اليَقينِ

So fine is the delegation—the delegation of the sons of Riyāḥ—

So excellent is the delegation, the delegation of the sons of Riyah

And fine are the horsemen when the alarm is real.

And excellent are the brave ones of certain escape

أَكُلَّ الدَهرِ حِلٌّ وَاِرتِحالٌ

أَكُلَّ الدَهرِ حِلٌّ وَاِرتِحالٌ

أَما يُبقي عَلَيَّ وَما يَقيني

أَما يُبقي عَلَيَّ وَما يَقيني

Must it be forever encamping and departing?

Is not all of fate departure and moving on?

Will it not spare me, and will it not shield me?

Will it not leave me and save me?

وَماذا يَبتَغي الشُعَراءُ مِنّي

وَماذا يَبتَغي الشُعَراءُ مِنّي

وَقَد جاوَزتُ حَدَّ الأَربَعينِ

وَقَد جاوَزتُ حَدَّ الأَربَعينِ

And what do the poets seek from me,

What do the poets want from me

When I have already crossed the threshold of forty?

When I have passed forty years of age?