لا تَخَل أَنَّني لَقيتُ رَواحا
بَعدَ صَخرٍ حَتّى أَثَبنَ نُواحا
Do not think that I have found comfort
After the rock, until grief became audible
مِن ضَميري بِلَوعَةِ الحُزنِ حَتّى
نَكَأَ الحُزنُ في فُؤادي فِقاحا
From my conscience, with the agony of sadness, until
Sadness gnawed my heart creating wounds
لا تَخَلني أَنّي نَسيتُ وَلا بُل
لَ فُؤادي وَلَو شَرِبتُ القَراحا
Do not think I have forgotten my sorrows
Not even if I drank cups of wine
ذِكرَ صَخرٍ إِذا ذَكَرتُ نَداهُ
عيلَ صَبري بِرُزئِهِ ثُمَّ باحا
When I remember the call of the rock
My patience weakens, then it screams
إِنَّ في الصَدرِ أَربَعاً يَتَجاوَب
نَ حَنيناً حَتّى كَسَرنَ الجَناحا
In my chest are four things that echo
Yearning until they broke my wings
دَقَّ عَظمي وَهاضَ مِنّي جَناحي
هُلكُ صَخرٍ فَما أُطيقُ بَراحا
It cracked my bones and my wings collapsed from me
The death of the rock, so I cannot bear comfort
مَن لِضَيفٍ يَحِلُّ بِالحَيِّ عانٍ
بَعدَ صَخرٍ إِذا دَعاهُ صُياحا
Who is there for a guest that descends on abode
After the rock, when the screams call him
وَعَلَيهِ أَرامِلُ الحَيِّ وَالسَف
رُ وَمُعتَرُّهُم بِهِ قَد أَلاحا
Upon it are the widows of the tribe and the children
Complaining to him, they have become bold
وَعَطايا يَهُزُها بِسَماحٍ
وَطِماحٍ لِمَن أَرادَ طِماحا
And gifts he shakes with generosity
And ambition for whoever desires ambition
ظَفِرٌ بِالأُمورِ جَلدٌ نَجيبٌ
وَإِذا ما سَما لِحَربٍ أَباحا
Success in matters, smooth, noble
And if he ever went to war, he brought it
وَبِحِلمٍ إِذا الجَهولُ اِعتَراهُ
يَردَعُ الجَهلَ بَعدَما قَد أَشاحا
And with wisdom, if the ignorant blame him
He holds back ignorance, after it had spread
إِنَّني قَد عَلِمتُ وَجدَكَ بِالحَم
دِ وَإِطلاقَكَ العُناةَ سَماحاَ
I know your generosity, and your setting free of enemies, forgiveness
A knight who strikes the battalion with the sword
فارِسٌ يَضرِبُ الكَتيبَةَ بِالسَي
فِ إِذا أَردَفَ العَويلُ الصُياحا
When the wailing of women follows the screams
He meets the stab towards the necks with resolve
يُقبِلُ الطَعنَ لِلنُحورِ بِشَزرٍ
حينَ يَسمو حَتّى يُلينَ الجِراحا
When his attack rises until it softens the wounds
Turning away from him, and not desiring struggle
مُقبِلاتٌ حَتّى يُوَلَّينَ عَنهُ
مُدبِراتٌ وَما يُرِدنَ كِفاحا
How many prey has he stilled their trembling out of fear
They used to call to their lines openly
كَم طَريدٍ قَد سَكَّنَ الجَأشَ مِنهُ
كانَ يَدعو بِصَفِّهِنَّ صُراحا
The knight of war, and the turbaned in it
His knowledge of war when he engages in combat
فارِسُ الحَربِ وَالمُعَمَّمُ فيها
مِدرَهُ الحَربِ حينَ يَلقى نِطاحا
