Claude 2

  1. أَنا اِبنُ ضَبَّةَ فَرعٌ غَيرُ مُؤتَشَبِ

    يَعلو شِهابي لَدى مُستَخمَدِ اللَهَبِ

    I am the son of Dabba, a branch not twisted,

    My flame rises when the fire has died down.

  2. سَعدُ بنُ ضَبَّةَ تَنميني لِرابِيَةٍ

    تَعلو الرَوابِيَ في عِزٍّ وَفي حَسَبِ

    Sa'd the son of Dabba brought me up for leadership

    That rises high in power and nobility.

  3. إِذا حَلَلتَ بِأَعلاها رَأَيتَ بِها

    دوني حَوامِيَ مِن عِرّيسِها الأَشِبِ

    If you reach its summits you will see around it

    Encircling squadrons of its young horsemen.

  4. المانِعينَ غَداةَ الرَوعِ نِسوَتَهُم

    وَالضارِبينَ كِباشَ العارِضِ اللَجِبِ

    The women of the bold, the morning after fright,

    And the strikers of the lofty, unbroken waves.

  5. ما زِلتُ أَتبَعُ أَشياخي وَأُتعِبُهُ

    حَتّى تَذَبذَبتَ يا اِبنَ الكَلبِ بِالنَسَبِ

    I still follow my elders and weary them

    Until you stagger, o son of a dog!

  6. أَنا اِبنُ ضَبَّةَ لِلقَومِ الَّذي خَضَعَت

    خَيرُ القُرومِ فَهَذا خَيرُ مُنتَسَبِ

    I am the son of Dabba, to the tribe who bowed down,

    The best of tribes, so this is the best lineage.

  7. اللَهُ يَرفَعُني وَالمَجدُ قَد عَلِموا

    وَعِدَّةٌ في مَعَدٍّ غَيرُ ذي رِيَبِ

    God raises me as glory itself knows

    And support lies in a prepared, unerring multitude.

  8. وَبَيتُ مَكرُمَةٍ في عِزِّ أَوَّلِنا

    مَجدٌ تَليدٌ إِلَيهِ كُلُّ مُنتَجَبِ

    And an honored house of our first ones in power

    An inherited glory to which all nobles belong.

  9. مِن دارِمٍ حينَ صارَ الأَمرُ وَاِشتَبَهَت

    مَصادِرُ الناسِ في رَجّافَةِ الكُرَبِ

    From Darim, when authority was confused

    And the people's policies were in the severity of distress,

  10. قَد عَلِمَت خِندِفٌ وَالمَجدُ يَكنُفُها

    أَنَّ لَنا عِزِّها في أَوَّلِ الحِقَبِ

    Khindif knew, glory being her mantle,

    That the power was ours in the first epochs.

  11. وَفي الحَديثِ إِذا الأَقوالُ شارِعَةٌ

    في باحَةِ الشُركِ أَو في بَيضَةِ العَرَبِ

    And in tradition, when views were conflicting

    In the plain of polytheism or in the whiteness of the Arabs,

  12. وَكُلِّ يَومِ هِياجٍ نَحنُ قادَتُهُ

    إِذا الكُماةُ جَثَوا وَالكَبشُ لِلرُكَبِ

    And every day of alarm we were its leaders

    When the valorous lay flat and the ram led the riding camels.

  13. مِنّا كَتائِبُ مِثلُ اللَيلِ نَجنِبُها

    بِالجُردِ وَالبارِقاتِ البيضِ وَاليَلَبِ

    Squadrons of ours like the night we compose

    With the bare sword and white lightning and cutting blades.

  14. وَكُلِّ فَضفاضَةٍ كَالثَلجِ مُحكَمَةٍ

    ما تَرثَعِنَّ لِدَسِّ النَبلِ بِالقُطَبِ

    And every swirling mass like compact snow

    That the slick of arrows cannot penetrate.