ياO عامِلاًdriving تَحتَbeneath الظَلامِthe darkness مَطِيَّهُhis mount
يا عامِلاً تَحتَ الظَلامِ مَطِيَّهُ
مُتخايلاًswaggering لاno بَلrather وَغَيرَand not مُخايِلِswaggering
مُتخايلاً لا بَل وَغَيرَ مُخايِلِ
O you who drive your mount beneath the darkness,
O worker under the darkness as your steed
swaggering—no, rather, without swagger.
Feigning nothing, nay truly feigning nothing
أَنَّىhow أَتَحتَyou exposed yourself لِشابكto one interlocking أَنيابَهُhis fangs
أَنَّى أَتَحتَ لِشابك أَنيابَهُ
مُستَأنِسٍat ease بِدُجىin the gloom of الظَلامِdarkness منازِلِa combatant
مُستَأنِسٍ بِدُجى الظَلامِ منازِلِ
How did you come upon one with interlocking fangs,
How did you bare your fangs to its traps
a fighter at home in the gloom of darkness?
Content in the gloom of darkness as your abode
لاnot يَستَريعُflinches at عَظيمَةًa calamity يُرمىis assailed بِهاwith it
لا يَستَريعُ عَظيمَةً يُرمى بِها
حَصّاءَdevastating تحسرُlays bare عَنfrom عِظامِthe bones of الكاهِلِthe shoulders
حَصّاءَ تحسرُ عَن عِظامِ الكاهِلِ
He does not flinch at a calamity hurled upon him,
It cannot withstand the sublime weight imposed
devastating, laying bare the bones of the shoulders;
Stones that unveil the bones of shoulders
حَرباًan enemy تَنَصَّبَهُyou confront him بِبِنتِin a daughter of هَواجِرٍmidday heats
حَرباً تَنَصَّبَهُ بِبِنتِ هَواجِرٍ
عاديmighty of الأَشاجِعِthe knuckles كَالحُسامِlike the sword الناصِلِdrawn from its sheath
عادي الأَشاجِعِ كَالحُسامِ الناصِلِ
a foe you confront in a waste born of midday heat,
A war erected with a girl of departure
mighty-knuckled, like a sword drawn from its sheath.
My enemy like an unsheathed sword
لَمdid not يَدرِknow ماwhat غرفthe chambers of القُصورِthe palaces وَفَيؤُهاand their shade
لَم يَدرِ ما غرف القُصورِ وَفَيؤُها
طاوٍempty-bellied بِنَخلamong palm trees سَوادهاtheir dark mass المُتَمايلِswaying
طاوٍ بِنَخل سَوادها المُتَمايلِ
He has never known palace chambers and their shade,
He did not know the depth of palaces and their expanse
empty-bellied among the palms, their dark mass swaying.
Roaming with swaying date palms of their darkness
يَقِظwakeful الفُؤادthe heart إِذاwhen القُلوبُthe hearts تَآنَسَتsought mutual company
يَقِظ الفُؤاد إِذا القُلوبُ تَآنَسَت
جَزَعاًin fear وَنُبِّهَand was roused كُلُّevery أَروَعَformidable باسِلِvaliant man
جَزَعاً وَنُبِّهَ كُلُّ أَروَعَ باسِلِ
His heart stays wakeful when hearts seek company
It awakens passion when hearts become intimate
in fear, and every formidable, valiant man is roused;
Vigilant and rousing every most valiant hero
حَيثُwhere الدُجىthe gloom متَطَلِّعاًwatching eagerly لِغَفولِهِfor his heedlessness
حَيثُ الدُجى متَطَلِّعاً لِغَفولِهِ
كَالذِّئبِlike the wolf فيin غَلَسِthe predawn gloom of الظَلامِdarkness الخاتِلِstealthily stalking
كَالذِّئبِ في غَلَسِ الظَلامِ الخاتِلِ
there in the gloom, watching for his moment of heedlessness,
Where gloom overlooking his oblivion
like a stalking wolf in the dim darkness before dawn.
Like a wolf in the fatality of dark night
فَوَجَدتَهُso you found him ثَبتَsteadfast of الجَنانِheart مُشَيّعاًundaunted
فَوَجَدتَهُ ثَبتَ الجَنانِ مُشَيّعاً
رُكّابَan intrepid rider of مَنسِجِthe withers of كُلِّevery أَمرٍundertaking هائِلِterrifying
رُكّابَ مَنسِجِ كُلِّ أَمرٍ هائِلِ
So you found him steadfast of heart, undaunted,
You found him steadfast in mind leading
ever riding the withers of every terrifying undertaking.
The riders of each formidable matter
فَقَراكَso he served you أَبيَضَa white blade كَالعَقيقَةِlike a lightning streak صارِماًkeen-edged
فَقَراكَ أَبيَضَ كَالعَقيقَةِ صارِماً
ذاpossessing رَونَقٍa gleam يَغشىfalls upon الضَريبَةَthe struck target فاصِلِcleaving
ذا رَونَقٍ يَغشى الضَريبَةَ فاصِلِ
So he served you a keen white blade, like a streak of lightning,
It faced you white as carnelian, unyielding
gleaming, falling upon its target and cleaving through.
With grace veiling the hills beyond
فَرَكِبتَso you fell headlong into رَدعَكَyour own blood بَينَbetween ثَنييthe two folds of فائِرٍsomething seething
فَرَكِبتَ رَدعَكَ بَينَ ثَنيي فائِرٍ
يَعلوrises بِهِupon it أَثَرُthe trace of الدِماءِblood وَشائِلِand rising aloft
يَعلو بِهِ أَثَرُ الدِماءِ وَشائِلِ
Then you fell headlong into your blood, between two seething folds,
You mounted your restraint between my fervid sand dunes
where the trace of blood rises, mounting high.
Elevating over it the vestiges of bloodshed
Sol 6.1