ياO تيمُTaym ماnot القارونَthose who entertain guests فيin شِدَّةِhardship of القِرىhospitality
يا تيمُ ما القارونَ في شِدَّةِ القِرى
بِتَيمٍof Taym وَلاnor الحامونَthe defenders عِندَat الحَقائِقِcritical moments
بِتَيمٍ وَلا الحامونَ عِندَ الحَقائِقِ
O Taym, those who offer hospitality in hard times are not
O Taym, neither Qarun was helpless in adversity
Of Taym, nor are those who defend in times of crisis.
Nor Al-Hamoun truthful when facts emerged
وَتَيمٌand Taym تُماشيهاwalk alongside it الكِلابُthe dogs إِذاwhen غَدَواthey go out at dawn
وَتَيمٌ تُماشيها الكِلابُ إِذا غَدَوا
وَلَمand did not تَمشِmarch تَيمٌTaym فيin ظِلالِthe shade of الخَوافِقِthe fluttering banners
وَلَم تَمشِ تَيمٌ في ظِلالِ الخَوافِقِ
And dogs walk beside Taym when its men go out at dawn,
While dogs chase Taym when they venture out
And Taym has not marched in the shade of fluttering banners.
No Taym walked in the shade of arched passages
وَتَيمٌand Taym بِأَبوابِat the gates of الزُروبِthe livestock pens أَذِلَّةٌabased
وَتَيمٌ بِأَبوابِ الزُروبِ أَذِلَّةٌ
وَماand not تَهتَديfinds its way تَيمٌTaym لِبابِto the entrance of السُرادِقِthe pavilion
وَما تَهتَدي تَيمٌ لِبابِ السُرادِقِ
And Taym is abased at the gates of the pens,
And at chamber doors Taym became so weak
And Taym cannot find its way to the pavilion’s entrance.
No Taym found its way to the royal tent
وَماand not أَحسَنَwas skilled at التَيمِيُّthe man of Taym فيin جاهِلِيَّةٍpre-Islamic times
وَما أَحسَنَ التَيمِيُّ في جاهِلِيَّةٍ
مُنادَمَةَdrinking companionship with الجَبّارِthe mighty ruler فَوقَupon النَمارِقِthe cushions
مُنادَمَةَ الجَبّارِ فَوقَ النَمارِقِ
Nor was the Taymi, in pre-Islamic days, adept
Nor did Taym excel in the days of ignorance
At drinking with the mighty ruler upon the cushions.
In conversing with the tyrant atop watchtowers
تَعادىrace عَلىalong الثَغرِthe frontier المَخوفِthe dreaded جِيادُناour steeds
تَعادى عَلى الثَغرِ المَخوفِ جِيادُنا
وَتَيمٌand Taym تَحاسىsips جُنَّحاًbent over فيin المَعالِقِthe bowls
وَتَيمٌ تَحاسى جُنَّحاً في المَعالِقِ
Our steeds race along the dreaded frontier,
Our steeds clashed at the formidable border
While Taym sips, hunched over the bowls.
While Taym allied itself with wings in suspensions
وَماand not أَنتُمُyou ياO تَيمُTaym قَدindeed تَعلَمونَهُyou know it
وَما أَنتُمُ يا تَيمُ قَد تَعلَمونَهُ
بِفُرسانِthe horsemen of غاراتِthe raids of الصَباحِthe morning الدَوالِقِthe surging
بِفُرسانِ غاراتِ الصَباحِ الدَوالِقِ
And you, O Taym—as you well know—are not
O Taym, you do not know it through the horsemen
The horsemen of the morning’s surging raids.
Of morning raids, continuously attacking
Sol 6.1