جَزىmay He reward اللَهُGod خَيراًwith good مِنas قَبيلٍa tribe وَناصِرٍand an ally
جَزى اللَهُ خَيراً مِن قَبيلٍ وَناصِرٍ
غَداةَon the morning of قُدَيسٍQudays وَالدِماءُand the blood تَرَقرَقُripples
غَداةَ قُدَيسٍ وَالدِماءُ تَرَقرَقُ
May God reward well that tribe and ally—
May God reward the tribe and supporters
on the morning at Qudays, as the blood rippled—
On the morrow of Qudays, as the blood flows
تَميماًTamim عَلىfor جُهدِthe hardship of الحُروبِthe wars وَعَضِّهاand their bite
تَميماً عَلى جُهدِ الحُروبِ وَعَضِّها
وَقَدand already جَعَلتbegan فيهاwithin them الفِراخthe chicks تبقبقُchirp
وَقَد جَعَلت فيها الفِراخ تبقبقُ
Tamim, for the hardship of wars and their bite,
Tamim against the toil of wars and their bitterness
while the chicks had begun to chirp within them.
Where the chicks chirp
قَضواthey fulfilled وَطَراًa desire مِنfrom فارِسPersia ثُمَّthen غادَرواthey left behind
قَضوا وَطَراً مِن فارِس ثُمَّ غادَروا
أَفاعيلَdeeds لاnot يَشفىfinds satisfaction بِهاin them مُتَبَعِّقُa wordy speaker
أَفاعيلَ لا يَشفى بِها مُتَبَعِّقُ
They took their fill of Persia, then left behind
They slew a group of Persians then departed
deeds no wordy speaker could recount to his satisfaction.
Leaving behind unhealable wounds
فَمَنso whoever يَسموaspires لاnot يُدرِكreaches عَفافَةَthe remnant of جَمعِناour host
فَمَن يَسمو لا يُدرِك عَفافَةَ جَمعِنا
إِذاwhen جُعِلَتare made عونُrenewed bouts الحُروبِof war تَفَتَّقُburst forth
إِذا جُعِلَت عونُ الحُروبِ تَفَتَّقُ
So whoever aspires cannot match even the remnant of our host,
None can attain the chastity of our group
when renewed bouts of war are made to burst forth.
When the allies of wars are left shattered
فَهُمfor they تَرَكواleft رَبُّthe lord of القَوادِسِthe ships ثاوِياًlying dead
فَهُم تَرَكوا رَبُّ القَوادِسِ ثاوِياً
يَصيحُcries out إِلَيهِto him هامُهاtheir skulls المُتَفَرِّقُscattered
يَصيحُ إِلَيهِ هامُها المُتَفَرِّقُ
For they left the lord of the ships lying dead,
They left the Lord of the ships lying wasted
their scattered skulls crying out to him.
With his wandering passions dispersed and crying to him
Sol 6.1