قالَتsaid بَنوthe sons of عامِرٍAmir خالواforsake بَنيthe sons of أَسَدٍAsad
قالَت بَنو عامِرٍ خالوا بَني أَسَدٍ
ياO بُؤسَwoe لِلجَهلِfor ignorance ضَرّاراًgreatly harmful لِأَقوامِto peoples
يا بُؤسَ لِلجَهلِ ضَرّاراً لِأَقوامِ
Banu Amir said, “Forsake Banu Asad.”
The clan of Aamir said, leave the clan of Asad alone
Alas for ignorance, so harmful to peoples!
Oh the misery of ignorance, so harmful to the people
يَأبىforbids it البَلاءُpast experience فَلاso not نَبغيwe seek بِهِمin their place بَدَلاًa replacement
يَأبى البَلاءُ فَلا نَبغي بِهِم بَدَلاً
وَلاand not نُريدُwe desire خَلاءًseverance بَعدَafter إِحكامِfirm union
وَلا نُريدُ خَلاءً بَعدَ إِحكامِ
Experience forbids it: we seek no others in their place,
Misfortune refuses substitution with them
Nor do we desire severance after firm union.
And we do not want solitude after settlement
فَصالِحوناso make peace with us جَميعاًall together إِنif بَداit seems good لَكُمُto you
فَصالِحونا جَميعاً إِن بَدا لَكُمُ
وَلاand do not تَقولواsay لَناto us أَمثالَهاthings like it عامِO Amir
وَلا تَقولوا لَنا أَمثالَها عامِ
So make peace with us all, if it seems good to you,
So make peace with us altogether if it seems good to you
And do not say such things to us, Amir.
And do not say such words to us again
إِنّيindeed I لَأَخشىsurely fear عَلَيكُمfor you أَنthat يَكونَthere may be لَكُمfor you
إِنّي لَأَخشى عَلَيكُم أَن يَكونَ لَكُم
مِنfrom أَجلِthe cause of بَغضائِهِمhatred of them يَومٌa day كَأَيّامِlike battle-days
مِن أَجلِ بَغضائِهِم يَومٌ كَأَيّامِ
Indeed, I fear for you that there may befall you,
I fear for you all that you will have
Because of hatred for them, a day like past battle-days:
A day like those days because of their hatred
تَبدوappear كَواكِبُهُits stars وَالشَمسُand the sun طالِعَةٌrisen
تَبدو كَواكِبُهُ وَالشَمسُ طالِعَةٌ
لاnot النورُthe light نورٌlight وَلاnor الإِظلامُthe darkness إِظلامُdarkness
لا النورُ نورٌ وَلا الإِظلامُ إِظلامُ
Its stars appear though the sun is risen;
Its stars appear and the sun rises
Neither light is light nor darkness darkness.
There is no light that is light, and no darkness that is darkness
أَوor تَزجُرواyou rouse مُكفَهِرّاًa grim, dark host لاno كِفاءَequal لَهُto it
أَو تَزجُروا مُكفَهِرّاً لا كِفاءَ لَهُ
كَاللَيلِlike the night يَخلِطُit mingles أَصراماًbands بِأَصرامِwith bands
كَاللَيلِ يَخلِطُ أَصراماً بِأَصرامِ
Or that you rouse a grim, dark host without an equal,
Or you will deter a furious one with no match
Like night, mingling bands with bands.
Like the night that mixes lines with lines
مُستَحقِبيbearing on their backs حَلَقِrings of الماذِيِّfine iron mail يَقدُمُهُمleading them
مُستَحقِبي حَلَقِ الماذِيِّ يَقدُمُهُم
شُمُّhigh and aquiline العَرانينِnoses ضَرّابونَmighty smiters لِلهامِof heads
شُمُّ العَرانينِ ضَرّابونَ لِلهامِ
Bearing rings of fine mail on their backs, led by
My throat collectors advance them
Aquiline-nosed men, mighty smiters of heads.
Striking the neck veins, hitting the protectors
لَهُمthey have لِواءٌa banner بِكَفَّيin both hands of ماجِدٍa noble man بَطَلٍa champion
لَهُم لِواءٌ بِكَفَّي ماجِدٍ بَطَلٍ
لاnot يَقطَعُhe crosses الخَرقَthe vast wilderness إِلّاexcept طَرفُهُhis gaze سامِheld high
لا يَقطَعُ الخَرقَ إِلّا طَرفُهُ سامِ
They have a banner in both hands of a noble champion,
They have a banner in the hands of glorious brave Majid
Who crosses no wilderness save with his gaze held high.
None can cut through it except its sharp edge
يَهديhe leads كَتائِبَbattalions خُضراًgreen لَيسَnot يَعصِمُهاprotects them
يَهدي كَتائِبَ خُضراً لَيسَ يَعصِمُها
إِلّاexcept اِبتِدارٌa headlong rush إِلىtoward مَوتٍdeath بِإِلجامِat Iljam
إِلّا اِبتِدارٌ إِلى مَوتٍ بِإِلجامِ
He leads green battalions that nothing can protect
It leads regiments of green that cannot protect them
Except a headlong rush toward death at Iljam.
Except rushing to death forcibly
كَمhow many غادَرَتleft behind خَيلُناour cavalry مِنكُمof you بِمُعتَرَكٍupon a battlefield
كَم غادَرَت خَيلُنا مِنكُم بِمُعتَرَكٍ
لِلخامِعاتِfor the limping hyenas أَكُفّاًhands بَعدَafter أَقدامِfeet
لِلخامِعاتِ أَكُفّاً بَعدَ أَقدامِ
How many of you our cavalry has left upon a battlefield—
How many of your horses did our horses leave behind in battle
For the limping hyenas—hands after feet!
With feet behind feet after palms
ياah رُبَّmany a ذاتِa woman with خَليلٍa beloved قَدalready فُجِعنَthey were bereaved بِهِof him
يا رُبَّ ذاتِ خَليلٍ قَد فُجِعنَ بِهِ
وَموتَمينَand those made orphans وَكانواand they had been غَيرَnot أَيتامِorphans
وَموتَمينَ وَكانوا غَيرَ أَيتامِ
Ah, many a woman with a beloved has been bereaved of him,
Oh Lord of the one with a bosom friend, we are aggrieved by him
And many made orphans who had not been orphans before.
And the loss of Motamayin, who were not orphans
وَالخَيلُand the horses تَعلَمُknow أَنّاthat we فيamid تَجاوُلِهاtheir wheeling
وَالخَيلُ تَعلَمُ أَنّا في تَجاوُلِها
عِندَat الطِعانِspear-fighting أُلوpossessors of بُؤسىfierce martial strength وَإِنعامِand generosity
عِندَ الطِعانِ أُلو بُؤسى وَإِنعامِ
And the horses know that, amid their wheeling,
And the horses know that in their quickness
At spear-fighting, we possess fierce might and generosity.
We are most wretched yet hopeful in the striking of spears
وَلَّواthey turned and fled وَكَبشُهُمُand their ram (chief) يَكبوfalls headlong لِجَبهَتِهِonto his forehead
وَلَّوا وَكَبشُهُمُ يَكبو لِجَبهَتِهِ
عِندَbefore الكُماةِthe armored warriors صَريعاًstruck down جَوفُهُhis belly دامِbleeding
عِندَ الكُماةِ صَريعاً جَوفُهُ دامِ
They fled, their ram of a chief falling upon his brow,
They turned away and their rams recoiled from its forehead
Before the armored warriors, struck down, his belly bleeding.
Lying slain at the fight, their insides bloody
Sol 6.1