أَناI الَّذيthe one whom تَخلَعُهdisown him مَواليهِhis kinsmen
أَنا الَّذي تَخلَعُه مَواليهِ
وَكُلُّهُمand all of them بَعدَafter الصَفاءِaffection قالِيَهhating him
وَكُلُّهُم بَعدَ الصَفاءِ قالِيَه
I am the one whom his kinsmen disown.
I am he whom his friends cast off
And all of them, after affection, hate him.
And all, after kindliness, forsake
وَكُلُّهُمand all of them يُقسِمُswears لاnot يَبالِيَهcares about him
وَكُلُّهُم يُقسِمُ لا يَبالِيَه
أَناI إِذاwhen المَوتُdeath يَنوبُstrikes غالِيَهits seething fury
أَنا إِذا المَوتُ يَنوبُ غالِيَه
And each of them swears he cares nothing for him.
And all of them swear they care not
As for me, when death’s seething fury strikes,
I, when death smites the loved one
مُختَلِطٌmingled أَسفَلُهُits bottom بِعالِيَهwith its top
مُختَلِطٌ أَسفَلُهُ بِعالِيَه
قَدindeed يَعلَمُknows الفِتيانُthe young men أَنّيthat I صالِيَهbraving its fire
قَد يَعلَمُ الفِتيانُ أَنّي صالِيَه
its bottom mingled with its top,
Am all mixed up, top and bottom
the young men surely know that I brave its fire,
The young men know well I'm a prayerful one
إِذاwhen الحَديدُiron رُفِعَتare raised عَوالِيَهits spear-points
إِذا الحَديدُ رُفِعَت عَوالِيَه
when iron’s spear-points are raised.
When the swords flash aloft in affray
Sol 6.1