أَخوكَyour brother أَخوكَyour brother مَنone who يَدنوdraws near وَتَرجوand you hope for
أَخوكَ أَخوكَ مَن يَدنو وَتَرجو
مَوَدَّتَهُhis affection وَإِنand if دُعِيَhe is called اِستَجاباhe answers
مَوَدَّتَهُ وَإِن دُعِيَ اِستَجابا
Your brother, your true brother, is one who draws near and whose
Your brother, your brother, whoever draws near
affection you hope for, and who answers when called.
And hopes for his friendship, if invited, responds
إِذاwhen حارَبتyou fight حاربَhe fights مَنthose whom تُعاديyou oppose
إِذا حارَبت حاربَ مَن تُعادي
وَزادَand increases سِلاحُهُhis weapons مِنكَto you اِقتِراباcloseness
وَزادَ سِلاحُهُ مِنكَ اِقتِرابا
When you fight, he fights those you oppose,
If you make war, he makes war on those you oppose
and his weapons come still closer to you.
And his weaponry against you grows nearer
يواسيhe lends support فيin الكَريهةِadversity كُلَّevery يّومٍday
يواسي في الكَريهةِ كُلَّ يّومٍ
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle مُضلِعُa crushing affliction of الحَدَثانِtime's vicissitudes ناباstrikes
إِذا ما مُضلِعُ الحَدَثانِ نابا
He stands by you in adversity every day,
He consoles in hardship every day
when a crushing blow of time strikes.
When the two young camels kneel down to rest
وَكنتُand I was إِذاwhenever قَرينيmy rival جاذَبَتهُtugged against him
وَكنتُ إِذا قَريني جاذَبَتهُ
حِباليmy ropes ماتَhe died أَوor تَبِعَhe followed الجِذاباthe pull
حِبالي ماتَ أَو تَبِعَ الجِذابا
And I was such that, whenever my rival was tugged by
And if adversity pulled my companion away
my ropes, he died or yielded to their pull.
My ropes died or followed the puller
فَإِنand if أَهلِكI perish فَذيthen many a man of حَنَقٍrage لَظاهُhis blaze
فَإِن أَهلِك فَذي حَنَقٍ لَظاهُ
عَلَيّagainst me يَكادُnearly يَلتَهِبُbursts into flame التِهاباintense blazing
عَلَيّ يَكادُ يَلتَهِبُ التِهابا
If I perish, there has been many a man whose blaze of rage
So if his people are angry with me, their anger
against me nearly burst into flame:
Almost sets me on fire with rage
مَخَضتُI churned بِدَلوِهِwith his bucket حَتّىuntil تَحَسّىhe sipped
مَخَضتُ بِدَلوِهِ حَتّى تَحَسّى
ذَنوبَa bucketful الشَرِّof evil مِلأىfull أَوor قِراباnearly full
ذَنوبَ الشَرِّ مِلأى أَو قِرابا
I churned the water with his bucket until he sipped
I churned with his bucket until I felt
a bucketful of evil, full or nearly full.
The guilt of evil filled to the brim
بِمثليwith one like me فَاِشهَدِso attend النَجوىthe secret council وَعالِنand openly confront
بِمثلي فَاِشهَدِ النَجوى وَعالِن
بِيَwith my aid الأَعداءَthe enemies وَالقَومَand the people الغِضاباthe enraged
بِيَ الأَعداءَ وَالقَومَ الغِضابا
With one like me, attend secret counsel, and openly confront
Say to my enemies and the angry people
the enemies and the enraged folk, with me as your ally.
The likes of me, in secret and openly
فَإِنَّfor indeed الموعِدِيَّthose threatening me يَرَونَsee دونيbefore reaching me
فَإِنَّ الموعِدِيَّ يَرَونَ دوني
أُسودَlions خَفِيَّةَKhafiyya الغُلبَthick الرِقاباthe necks
أُسودَ خَفِيَّةَ الغُلبَ الرِقابا
For those who threaten me see, between them and me,
For my appointers see below me
the thick-necked lions of Khafiyya.
Necks conquered, though they plot stealthily
كَأَنَّas though عَلىupon سَواعِدِهِنَّtheir forelegs وَرساًwars, a yellow plant dye
كَأَنَّ عَلى سَواعِدِهِنَّ وَرساً
عَلالونَcovered the color of الأَشاجِعthe knuckles أَوor خضاباdye
عَلالونَ الأَشاجِع أَو خضابا
As though yellow wars-dye lay upon their forelegs,
As if they have cloths on their arms
covering their knuckles' color—or some other dye.
Coloring the brave or fighting violently
كَأَنَّas though هَوِيَّهاtheir headlong rush لَمّاwhen اِشمَعَلَّتthey sped forward
كَأَنَّ هَوِيَّها لَمّا اِشمَعَلَّت
هُوِيُّthe swoop الطَيرِof birds تَبتَدِرُracing toward الأَياباthe water
هُوِيُّ الطَيرِ تَبتَدِرُ الأَيابا
As though their headlong rush, when they sped forward,
As if their passion, when it flared up
were birds swooping as they raced to water.
Is the swooping of birds seizing prey
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