مَرحَباًwelcome مَرحَباًwelcome بِأَبطالِto the champions لَهوٍrevelry
مَرحَباً مَرحَباً بِأَبطالِ لَهوٍ
شُهبُهُمtheir gray steeds سُمرُهُمtheir brown lances إِذاwhen اللَيلُthe night جَنّاfell
شُهبُهُم سُمرُهُم إِذا اللَيلُ جَنّا
Welcome, welcome to the champions of revelry!
Welcome warriors Welcome warriors
Their gray steeds are their brown lances when night falls.
Their tails are their spears when the night comes upon us
مَزَّقواthey tore apart جَحفَلَthe host الظَلامِthe darkness وَخاضواand they waded
مَزَّقوا جَحفَلَ الظَلامِ وَخاضوا
نَقعَهُits dust بِالضِياءِwith light فَاِنجابَso it lifted عَنّاfrom us
نَقعَهُ بِالضِياءِ فَاِنجابَ عَنّا
They tore apart the host of darkness and waded
They tore through the armies of darkness and plunged
Through its dust with light, so it lifted from us,
In its depths with light, rescuing us
بِرِماحٍwith lances لَهاfor them أَسِنَّةُspearheads نارٍfire
بِرِماحٍ لَها أَسِنَّةُ نارٍ
قَدalready أَبادَتannihilated عَساكِرَthe armies اللَيلِthe night طَعناby thrusting
قَد أَبادَت عَساكِرَ اللَيلِ طَعنا
With lances bearing spearheads of fire
With spears that have tongues of fire
That have annihilated the armies of night by thrusting.
That have destroyed the armies of night with stabs
يَتَثَنّىsways سِنانُهاtheir spearpoint غَيرَnot وانٍflagging
يَتَثَنّى سِنانُها غَيرَ وانٍ
وَقَناهاand their shafts بِالعِزِّwith might لاnot تَتَثَنّىbend
وَقَناها بِالعِزِّ لا تَتَثَنّى
Their spearpoint sways, unflagging,
Their blades bend but never break
And their shafts, in their might, do not bend.
And their shafts are hardened with glory, they do not bend
إِنif أَرادواthey wish لَهاfor them عَلىupon الوَشيِthe brocade رَكزاًplanting upright
إِن أَرادوا لَها عَلى الوَشيِ رَكزاً
وَضَعواthey place تَحتَbeneath كُلِّeach لَدنٍsupple shaft مِجَنّاa shield
وَضَعوا تَحتَ كُلِّ لَدنٍ مِجَنّا
If they wish to plant them upright upon brocade,
If they want to rest them against the terrain
They place a shield beneath each supple shaft.
They place a shield beneath each blade
Sol 6.1