لَقَدindeed سَرَّنيit pleased me أَنthat لاnot تَعُدُّcounts مُجاشِعٌMujashi'
لَقَد سَرَّني أَن لا تَعُدُّ مُجاشِعٌ
مِنَamong الفَخرِboasts إِلّاexcept عَقرَthe hamstringing of نابٍan old she-camel بِصَوأَرِat Saw'ar
مِنَ الفَخرِ إِلّا عَقرَ نابٍ بِصَوأَرِ
It has indeed pleased me that Mujashi' counts nothing
I am glad that you do not count as valorous
Among its boasts but the hamstringing of an old she-camel at Saw'ar.
Except the slitting of Naab’s girth with a sword
أَنابُكَis it your old she-camel? أَمor قَومٌa people تَفُضُّshatter سُيوفُهُمtheir swords
أَنابُكَ أَم قَومٌ تَفُضُّ سُيوفُهُم
عَلىupon الهامِthe skulls ثِنيَيboth folds of بَيضَةِthe helmet of المُتَجَبِّرِthe arrogant man
عَلى الهامِ ثِنيَي بَيضَةِ المُتَجَبِّرِ
Is it your old she-camel, or men whose swords shatter
Are you attacking or a people whose swords
Upon the skulls, both folds of the arrogant man's helmet?
Flow over the skulls - the eggs of the tyrant
لَعَمريby my life لَنِعمَexcellent indeed are المُستَجارونَthose sought for protection نَهشَلٌNahshal
لَعَمري لَنِعمَ المُستَجارونَ نَهشَلٌ
وَحَيُّand a tribe القِرىhospitality لِلطارِقِfor the night visitor المُتَنَوِّرِseeking firelight
وَحَيُّ القِرى لِلطارِقِ المُتَنَوِّرِ
By my life, Nahshal are indeed excellent protectors,
By my life, how good are the protected - Nahshal
And a hospitable tribe for the night visitor seeking firelight.
The living quarter for the polished raider
فَوارِسُhorsemen لاnot يَدعونَthey call يالَO, help! مُجاشِعٍMujashi'
فَوارِسُ لا يَدعونَ يالَ مُجاشِعٍ
إِذاwhen بَرَزَتshe emerged ذاتُshe of العَريشِthe canopy المُخَدَّرِcurtained
إِذا بَرَزَت ذاتُ العَريشِ المُخَدَّرِ
Horsemen who do not call on Mujashi' for help,
Horsemen do not call O valorous one
When she of the curtained canopy steps into the open.
When the train of the perfumed litter comes out
لَعَمريby my life لَقَدindeed أَردىkilled هِلالَHilal بنَson of عامِرٍ'Amir
لَعَمري لَقَد أَردى هِلالَ بنَ عامِرٍ
بِتَنهِيَةِat the water basin of المِرباعِal-Mirba' رَهطُthe kinsmen of المُجَشَّرِal-Mujashshar
بِتَنهِيَةِ المِرباعِ رَهطُ المُجَشَّرِ
By my life, Hilal ibn 'Amir was indeed slain
By my life, Hilal son of Aamir had bloodied
At the water basin of al-Mirba', by al-Mujashshar's kinsmen.
The kin of Majasher with the width of the spear
وَماand not زِلتَyou have ceased مُذsince لَمdid not تَستَجِبanswer لَكَto you نَهشَلٌNahshal
وَما زِلتَ مُذ لَم تَستَجِب لَكَ نَهشَلٌ
تُلاقيyou encounter صُراحِيّاًunmixed مِنَof الذُلِّhumiliation فَاِصبِرِso be patient
تُلاقي صُراحِيّاً مِنَ الذُلِّ فَاِصبِرِ
And ever since Nahshal did not answer you, you have kept
And since Nahshal did not answer your call
Encountering unmixed humiliation—so be patient.
You keep meeting calamity with patience
وَعافَتand spurned بَنوthe sons of شَيبانَShayban حَوضَthe pool of مُجاشِعٍMujashi'
وَعافَت بَنو شَيبانَ حَوضَ مُجاشِعٍ
وَشَيبانُand Shayban أَهلُpeople of الصَفوِclear water غَيرِnot المُكَدَّرِmuddied
وَشَيبانُ أَهلُ الصَفوِ غَيرِ المُكَدَّرِ
And the sons of Shayban have spurned the pool of Mujashi',
The clan of Shayban spared Majasher’s basin
And Shayban are people of clear water, unmuddied.
And Shayban are the unsullied people
وَلَوand had غَضِبَتgrown angry فيabout شَأنِthe matter of حَدراءَHadra' نَهشَلٌNahshal
وَلَو غَضِبَت في شَأنِ حَدراءَ نَهشَلٌ
سَمَوهاthey assailed her بِدُهمِwith black steeds أَوor غَزَوهاthey raided her بِأَنسُرِwith eagles
سَمَوها بِدُهمِ أَو غَزَوها بِأَنسُرِ
Had Nahshal grown angry over the matter of Hadra',
Had Nahshal got angry about Hadra’s affair
They would have assailed her with black steeds, or raided her with eagles.
They would have poisoned it or raided it with eagles
وَلَوand had فيamong رِياحٍRiyah حَلَّsettled جارُthe neighbor of مُجاشِعٍMujashi'
وَلَو في رِياحٍ حَلَّ جارُ مُجاشِعٍ
لَماwould not باتَspent the night رَهناًa hostage لِلقَليبِto the well المُغَوَّرِdeep-dug
لَما باتَ رَهناً لِلقَليبِ المُغَوَّرِ
Had the neighbor of Mujashi' settled among Riyah,
Had a neighbor sought shelter in Majasher’s winds
He would not have spent the night a hostage to the deep-dug well.
He would not have spent the night a captive’s pledge
وَماand not غَرَّهُمbeguiled them مِنfrom ثَأرِهِمtheir vengeance عُقَدُknots of المُنىhopes
وَما غَرَّهُم مِن ثَأرِهِم عُقَدُ المُنى
وَلاand no عَقدَpledge إِلّاexcept عَقدُthe pledge of جارٍa neighbor مُشَمِّرِready for action
وَلا عَقدَ إِلّا عَقدُ جارٍ مُشَمِّرِ
Nor did knots of hope lure them away from their vengeance,
Neither their vengeance’s knotted rope of parting
And there is no pledge but that of a neighbor ready for action.
Nor any knot but a knot of a neighbor girded
وَقَدand indeed سَرَّنيit pleased me أَلّاthat not تَعُدَّcounts مُجاشِعٌMujashi'
وَقَد سَرَّني أَلّا تَعُدَّ مُجاشِعٌ
مِنَamong المَجدِglory إِلّاexcept عَقرَthe hamstringing of نابٍan old she-camel بِصَوأَرِat Saw'ar
مِنَ المَجدِ إِلّا عَقرَ نابٍ بِصَوأَرِ
And indeed it has pleased me that Mujashi' counts nothing
I am glad that you do not count as glorious, Majasher
Among its glories but the hamstringing of an old she-camel at Saw'ar.
Except the slitting of Naab’s girth with a sword
وَأَنتُمand you قُيونٌsmiths تَصلُقونَyou hammer out سُيوفَناour swords
وَأَنتُم قُيونٌ تَصلُقونَ سُيوفَنا
وَنَعصىand we stand defiant بِهاwith them فيon كُلِّevery يَومٍday مُشَهَّرِrenowned
وَنَعصى بِها في كُلِّ يَومٍ مُشَهَّرِ
And you are smiths, hammering out our swords,
While you are spined arrows that smooth our swords
While with them we stand defiant on every renowned day of battle.
With which we disobey every blossoming day
فَوارِسُhorsemen كَرّارونَrepeatedly charging فيin حَومَةِthe thick of الوَغىbattle
فَوارِسُ كَرّارونَ في حَومَةِ الوَغى
إِذاwhen خَرَجَتshe came out ذاتُshe of العَريشِthe canopy المُخَدَّرِcurtained
إِذا خَرَجَت ذاتُ العَريشِ المُخَدَّرِ
Horsemen who charge again and again into the thick of battle,
Horsemen, repeaters in the zeal of the fray
When she of the curtained canopy comes out.
When the train of the perfumed litter comes out
Sol 6.1