فَلَئِن حَرَصتُ عَلى اليَسارِ فَرُبَّما
راحَ الحَريصُ بِرُمَّةِ الحِرمانِ
For even if I have sought wealth eagerly, sometimes
Though I strive for ease, perhaps
the eager seeker comes away with utter deprivation.
The striving one is deprived of his wish.
وَلَئِن عَدا صَرفُ الزَمَنِ فَإِنَّني
مُتَدَرِّعٌ صَبري لِرَيبِ زَماني
And even if time's vicissitudes assail me, I am
And though time’s turning is against me,
wearing my patience as armor against my time's misfortunes.
I am armored with patience for time’s malice.
أَقرى الحَوادِثَ إِن حَلَلنَ تَجَلُّداً
وَأَعُدُّ شَأنَ عَشيرَتي مِن شاني
I welcome calamities as guests, should they alight, with fortitude,
I face misfortunes with composure,
and count my clan's affairs among my own.
And hold my people’s honor as my own.
قَومٌ تَرى أَرماحَهُم يَومَ الوَغى
مَشغوفَةً بِمَواطِنِ الكِتمانِ
A people whose spears you see, on the day of battle,
A people whose spears on the day of battle
enamored of hidden recesses.
Are devoted to the places of concealment.
يَتَسَربَلونَ أَسِنَّةً وَصَفائِحاً
وَالمَوتُ بَينَ صَفيحَةٍ وَسِنانِ
They clothe themselves in spearheads and sword blades,
They don armor and coats of mail,
and death lies between a sword blade and a spearhead.
With death between mail coat and spear point.
قَومٌ إِذا شَهِدوا الكَريهَةَ صَيَّروا
كُمَمَ الرِماحِ جَماجِمَ الأَقرانِ
A people who, when they face battle, make
A people who when they witness horrors,
their rivals' skulls sheaths for their spears.
Make the spear points skulls of the enemies.
قَومٌ يَحُلُّ لَدى البَرِيَّةِ خَوفُهُم
بِمَنازِلِ الأَرواحِ في الأَبدانِ
A people whose dread settles among humankind
A people whose fear in the wilderness
in the abodes of souls within bodies.
Dwells in the souls within their bodies.
Sol 6.1