أَباO father of عَبدِservant of الإِلَهِGod مُعاذُMu‘adh إِنّيindeed I
أَبا عَبدِ الإِلَهِ مُعاذُ إِنّي
خَفِيٌّunknown عَنكَto you فيin الهَيجاbattle مَقاميmy stand
خَفِيٌّ عَنكَ في الهَيجا مَقامي
O Abu ‘Abd al-Ilah, Mu‘adh, indeed,
O Abdu Al-Ilah Mu'adh, I am
O Abu Abd al-Ilah Mu'adh, truly it seems my high station in the tumult of war remains hidden from your view,
my stand in battle is unknown to you.
Concealed from you in passionate turmoil
I recalled the vastness of my ambition, and that we wager our very lifeblood upon such high stakes,
ذَكَرتُI recalled جَسيمَgreat ماwhat طَلَبيmy quest وَأَنّاand that we
ذَكَرتُ جَسيمَ ما طَلَبي وَأَنّا
نُخاطِرُwe risk فيهِin it بِالمُهَجِwith the souls الجِسامِmighty
نُخاطِرُ فيهِ بِالمُهَجِ الجِسامِ
I recalled the greatness of what I seek, and that we
I recalled the immensity of my quest, that
Does one such as I let calamities take their toll, or cower in dread at the meeting with Death?
risk our mighty souls for it.
We risk with resolute souls
And had Time stood before me in human form, my blade would have dyed the parting of his hair crimson,
أَمِثليcan one like me تَأخُذُtake النَكَباتُcalamities مِنهُfrom him
أَمِثلي تَأخُذُ النَكَباتُ مِنهُ
وَيَجزَعُand he quails مِنat مُلاقاةِmeeting الحِمامِdeath
وَيَجزَعُ مِن مُلاقاةِ الحِمامِ
Can calamities diminish one like me,
Does one like me get shaken by misfortunes
The Nights have never attained their will over me, nor have they journeyed with my reins in their hand,
and can he quail at meeting death?
And panic at meeting with doves?
When the eyes of the warhorses are filled with my sight, then woe betide the enemy in waking and in sleep.
وَلَوand if بَرَزَappeared الزَمانُTime إِلَيَّto me شَخصاًin human form
وَلَو بَرَزَ الزَمانُ إِلَيَّ شَخصاً
لَخَضَّبَwould surely dye شَعرَthe hair of مَفرِقِهِhis crown حُساميmy sword
لَخَضَّبَ شَعرَ مَفرِقِهِ حُسامي
And were Time to appear before me in human form,
Had time confronted me as an entity
my sword would surely dye the hair upon his crown.
My sword would have bloodied its hair's parting
وَماand not بَلَغَتattained مَشيئتَهاtheir wish اللَياليthe nights
وَما بَلَغَت مَشيئتَها اللَيالي
وَلاnor سارَتjourneyed وَفيand in يَدِهاtheir hand زِماميmy reins
وَلا سارَت وَفي يَدِها زِمامي
And the nights have not attained their wish,
My will has not been achieved by the nights
nor journeyed with my reins in their hand.
Nor has it marched with my reins in its hands
إِذاwhen اِمتَللأََتare filled عُيونُthe eyes of الخَيلُthe horses مِنّيwith me
إِذا اِمتَللأََت عُيونُ الخَيلُ مِنّي
فَوَيلٌthen woe فيin التَيَقُّظِwakefulness وَالمَنامِand sleep
فَوَيلٌ في التَيَقُّظِ وَالمَنامِ
When the horses’ eyes are filled with the sight of me,
When horses' eyes fill with me
then woe to them, in waking and in sleep.
Woe to awakening and to sleep!
Partial English translation: 6 of 12 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1