نِعمَ الفَتى خَلَفٌ إِذا ما أَعصَفَت
ريحُ الشِتاءِ مِنَ الشَمالِ الحَرجَفِ
What a fine youth Khalaf is when there rages
the winter wind from the bitter, blustering north!
جَمَعَ الشِواءَ مَعَ القَديدِ لِضَيفِهِ
كَرَماً وَيَثني بِالسُلافِ القَرقَفِ
He brings together roast meat and dried meat for his guest,
out of generosity, and follows it with choice wine that makes one shiver,
مِن عاقِرٍ كَدَمِ الرُعافِ مُدامَةٌ
صَهباءَ أَشبَهَها دِماءُ الرُعَّفِ
of a potent kind—aged wine like the blood of a nosebleed—
tawny, resembling the blood of those whose noses bleed.
لِلَّهِ دَرُّكَ حينَ يَشتَدُّ الوَغى
وَلَنِعمَ داعي الصارِخينَ الهُتَّفِ
God bless you when the din of battle intensifies!
And what a fine summoner of those who cry out loudly!
أَنتَ المُرَجّى لِلعَشيرَةِ كُلِّها
في المَحلِ أَو صَكِّ الجُموعِ الزُحَّفِ
You are the hope of the entire clan,
in drought or in the clash of advancing hosts.
Sol 6.1