سُقْتُمyou drove كِنانَةَKinana جَهْلاًin ignorance مِنْfrom سَفَاهَتِكُمْyour folly
سُقْتُم كِنانَةَ جَهْلاً مِنْ سَفَاهَتِكُمْ
إلىtoward الرّسُولِthe Messenger فَجُنْدُso the army اللهِof God مخزيهَاdisgracing her
إلى الرّسُولِ فَجُنْدُ اللهِ مخزيهَا
You drove Kinana in ignorance, out of your folly,
You led Kinana in ignorance and foolishness
Against the Messenger—and God's army will disgrace her.
To the Messenger, so God's army will humiliate her
أوْرَدْتُموهاyou brought her حِيَاضَwatering pools المَوْتِof death ضَاحِيةًexposed
أوْرَدْتُموها حِيَاضَ المَوْتِ ضَاحِيةً
فالنّارُso the Fire مَوْعِدُهَاher appointed meeting place والقَتْلُand slaughter لاَقيهَاawaiting her
فالنّارُ مَوْعِدُهَا والقَتْلُ لاَقيهَا
You brought her, exposed, to the pools of death;
You brought her to the valleys of death joyfully
So the Fire is her rendezvous, and slaughter awaits her.
So Fire is her destination and killing will meet her
جمَّعْتُمُوهَاyou mustered her أحابيشاًAhabish (confederate bands) بلاwithout حَسَبٍnoble lineage
جمَّعْتُمُوهَا أحابيشاً بلا حَسَبٍ
أَئِمَّةُleaders الكُفْرِof unbelief غَرَّتْكُمْhave deceived you طَوَاغِيهَاher tyrants
أَئِمَّةُ الكُفْرِ غَرَّتْكُمْ طَوَاغِيهَا
You mustered her as Ahabish bands, without noble lineage;
You gathered her riffraff without lineage
The leaders of unbelief—her tyrants—have deceived you.
The leaders of unbelief deceived you, her followers
أَلاdid you not اعْتَبَرْتُمْyou took warning بِخَيْلِfrom the cavalry اللهِof God إذwhen قَتَلَتْit killed
أَلا اعْتَبَرْتُمْ بِخَيْلِ اللهِ إذ قَتَلَتْ
أهْلَthe people of القَلِيبِthe well وَمَنْand those whom أَلْقَيْنَهُthey cast him فِيهاinto it
أهْلَ القَلِيبِ وَمَنْ أَلْقَيْنَهُ فِيها
Did you not take warning from God's cavalry when they killed
Did you not learn from God's cavalry when they killed
The people of the well and those they cast into it?
The people of Qalib and whoever we threw in it
كَمْhow many مِنْof أَسِيرٍa captive فَكَكْنَاهُwe freed him بِلاَwithout ثَمَنٍa price
كَمْ مِنْ أَسِيرٍ فَكَكْنَاهُ بِلاَ ثَمَنٍ
وجَزِّand clipping نَاصِيةٍa forelock كنَّاwe were مَوَالِيهاits masters
وجَزِّ نَاصِيةٍ كنَّا مَوَالِيها
How many a captive we freed without a price,
How many captives did we free without ransom
And many a forelock we clipped—we were its masters.
And cut off heads we were masters over them
Sol 6.1