أَبيmy father فارِسُrider الضَحياءِal-Ḍaḥyāʾ يَومَthe day of هُبالَةٍHubālah
أَبي فارِسُ الضَحياءِ يَومَ هُبالَةٍ
إِذاwhen الخَيلُthe horses فيamong القَتلىthe slain مِنَof القَومِthe people تَعثَرُstumble
إِذا الخَيلُ في القَتلى مِنَ القَومِ تَعثَرُ
My father was the rider of al-Ḍaḥyāʾ on the day of Hubālah,
My father, a knight in shining armor on a gloomy day
when the horses stumbled among the people’s slain.
When horses stumble over the bodies of the slain
Sol 6.1