أدِيَارَ أميّمة بالعَلمِ

وإلى سكانِ زَرُود عمى

The homes of my people were filled with knowledge,

While the people of Zaroud were blind.

وسقاك الدلو مرزّمةً

والسِّماكُ بواكفه الدِّيم

And the bucket drew for you bitter water,

While destiny was cruel to you.

فلكم قد كسوت ضبْني جسدي

ولكم قد شفيت من السقم

For your sake my body was clothed,

For your sake I was cured of illness.

وَلكم قد عهدتُك مُرتبعاً

للحسانِ العقايل من جُشم

For your sake I made a vow

To be kind to the innocent and the oppressed.

رَبَّ خُرْعُبةٍ ومُثْقَّبَة

ومُحَجَّبة بالظُبا الخُذُم

A hut, a shack, veiled with shrubs,

Secluded and obscured from view.

وخِدَلّجَةٌ ومُدَمْلجَةٍ

ومُفلّجةِ الأشْنَبِ الشبم

Ruined and tattered,

Its door askew.

خُلِبٌ سُلْبٌ تُرَبٌ عُرُبٌ

كثبٌ قضُبٌ شهبٌ الظُلم

Confused, plundered, Arabian, mixed,

Packed together, straight like a stick.

شعر نفر سِحرٌ سحرٌ

غُدُرٌ بالعهدِ وبالذمم

Poetry like magic, magical indeed,

Treacherous, untrue to oaths and covenants.

هْيسٌ مُيسٌ لُعسٌ نُعْسٌ

شُمُسٌ لا يَلِينُ لمهتضم

Drowsy, sleepy, miserable, depressed,

A sun that does not shine on the oppressed.

بُهُجٌ بَلجٌ دعجق شيحٌ غُنجٌ

كالحمائم في النِّعم

Cooing like doves enjoying bounty.

If you could see the one who came out to face us,

لو ترى يمنى أذ بَرَزْن لنا

لرايت فتىً تَعْسُ كلّ كمّى

You would see a hero who humbles every tyrant.

They crept, crawled, stood like sticks,

رَجْرَجُوا كُثْبِاً سَلّوا قُضُباً

اظهروا عَجَبَا صِحْتُ واندمي

Showed wonder and amazement. I awoke and regretted.

They ruled, unravelled, ripped apart,

مَلكوا أفكوا فَتَكوا

هَتَكوا حرمة الأشهر الحرم

Violating the sanctity of the holy months.

They lingered around Safa, then rushed to desecrate it.

وظللت حَولَ الصفا اذهموا لثم

وا جانِبَاه ووضعت هناك فمي

And leaned against it, and placed their mouths on it.

O pure one, it passes away,

يا عذولُ تقولُ يزولُ

نحول ضنى أعظمي الرِّمَمِ

My affliction is great, my fortune small.

My will betrayed me, alas my determination faded.

خانني جَلَدي آه وَاكمدي

أحرقوا كبدي ضيعوا حُرمي

They burned my liver, violated my sanctuary.

I was on pilgrimage, seeking forgiveness,

كان حَجِيّ أطلبُ مغفرةً

وأرى قدمي قد أراق دمي

Only to see my feet covered in my own blood.

O daughter of Wasa, is there no relief

يا ابنة الوسى أما فرج

للحرّ يرتاح من الألم

For the free man from such pain?

You are the sister of the antelope, pure of sin,

أنت أخت الظبي بلا حرج

وسهيل الشيخ أخو الكرم

And the star Suhail, brother of generosity.

Chief of Arabs, giver of gold,

سيد العرب واهبُ الذَهبِ

طاهرُ الحسب كاشف الغُمم

Of pure lineage, dispeller of worries.

His face is a moon, his palm a rain,

وجْهُهُ قمرٌ كَفُّهُ مَطَرٌ

وهو مشْتَهرُ غيرُ منكتم

Well known, not one to conceal.

A lion in the saddle, with spirited steeds

أسْدٌ في الطِرادِيشِنُّ الجياد

ويعجلهُنّ عن اللُّجُم

That he hurries faster than lightning.

So much care, authority, prosperity,

كَمْ هَمَا وسَما ونَمَا

وطما موجُ تياره العرِم

With waves of generosity ever streaming.

He benefits, returns, prevails,

وأفاد وعاد وساد

وشاد وجاد على الأمم

Supports, gives generously to all people.

The custom of the Son of Waleed is to protect travellers

عادةُ ابن الوليد يجير الطريق

ويدني البعيد كذي الرَّحِم

And bring close those far away, like a merciful kinsman.

O Abu Amr, here are precious pearls

يا أبا عَمْرُ هاك من دررٍ

خيرُ منتثرِ نثرُ منتظمِ

Better scattered, a scattering with order.

You remained for us, were loyal and lived on,

فبقيت لنا ووفيت وعشت

وُرُشتَ وُدُمتَ أخا نَعَمِ

Sprinkled and lasting, an excellent brother.