هُنالِك أَتريذُ قالَ خَطيباً

هُنالِك أَتريذُ قالَ خَطيباً

لقد فُقتَ يا شَيخُ كُلَّ خَطيبِ

لقد فُقتَ يا شَيخُ كُلَّ خَطيبِ

There Atreides delivered a speech:

There a scout said a speech

You have indeed surpassed every orator, old man.

You have excelled, oh sheikh, every speech

فلَولي بِنُصرَةِ زَفسَ وفالا

فلَولي بِنُصرَةِ زَفسَ وفالا

سَ ثُمَّب فِبُوسَ الإِلاهِ الغَضُوبِ

سَ ثُمَّب فِبُوسَ الإِلاهِ الغَضُوبِ

If only, with the aid of Zeus and Pallas,

If not for help from warriors so brave and bold

and then Phoebus, the wrathful god,

I would have kissed the feet of the angry God

بما بكَ من حِكمَةٍ عشرَةٌ

بما بكَ من حِكمَةٍ عشرَةٌ

لذَلَّلتُ إِليونَ تحتَ ضُرُوبي

لذَلَّلتُ إِليونَ تحتَ ضُرُوبي

I had ten men with wisdom such as yours,

With your wisdom of ten

I would subdue Ilium beneath my blows.

I would have subjugated the army under my weapons

وَلكِنَّما رَافعُ الجَوبِ يُشقي

وَلكِنَّما رَافعُ الجَوبِ يُشقي

فُؤَادِي بِكُلِّ شِقَاقٍ مُرِيبِ

فُؤَادِي بِكُلِّ شِقَاقٍ مُرِيبِ

Yet the shield-bearer torments

But the one who raises strife makes miserable

my heart with every disquieting discord.

My heart with all sorts of confusing strife

فَبَيَنَي شَبَّ وبينَ أخِيلَ

فَبَيَنَي شَبَّ وبينَ أخِيلَ

خِلافٌ وإنّيَ أصَلُ الشبُّوبِ

خِلافٌ وإنّيَ أصَلُ الشبُّوبِ

For between me and Achilles there flared

Between me and my brother

a quarrel—and I am the source of its blaze.

There is conflict though I am the root of amiability

ولَو أَنَّنا في صِراطٍ سَوِيٍّ

ولَو أَنَّنا في صِراطٍ سَوِيٍّ

لأَرغَمتُ طُروادَةً عن قَريبِ

لأَرغَمتُ طُروادَةً عن قَريبِ

And if we were on a straight path,

If we were on an even path

I would humble Troy before long.

I would have defeated the enemy soon

فَقُوموا إلى الزَّادِ صَحبي ومن ثَمَّ

فَقُوموا إلى الزَّادِ صَحبي ومن ثَمَّ

لِلكَرِّ نَمضي ونَشرِ اللّهيبِ

لِلكَرِّ نَمضي ونَشرِ اللّهيبِ

So rise for food, my companions, and then

So my friends stand up to the supplies and then

we march to the charge and spread the flame.

We march and spread the flames

أَعِدُّوا تُرُوساً وَحِدُّوا قِنيّاً

أَعِدُّوا تُرُوساً وَحِدُّوا قِنيّاً

وزيدُوا غِذاءَ خُيولِ الكُروبِ

وزيدُوا غِذاءَ خُيولِ الكُروبِ

Prepare shields and sharpen spears,

Prepare helmets and sharpen the spears

and give more fodder to the steeds of strife.

And feed the horses of war

وبالعَجَلِ افتِقدُوا المَركَباتِ

وبالعَجَلِ افتِقدُوا المَركَباتِ

فذَا اليَومُ يَومُ إِلاهِ للحروبِ

فذَا اليَومُ يَومُ إِلاهِ للحروبِ

And swiftly inspect the chariots,

And quickly inspect the ships

for this day is the war-god's day.

For this is the day of God for wars

فَهُبُّوا ولا تَفكِرُوا بِسِوَاها

فَهُبُّوا ولا تَفكِرُوا بِسِوَاها

فَلا فَترَةٌ بَعدَ ذَاكَ الهُبُوبِ

فَلا فَترَةٌ بَعدَ ذَاكَ الهُبُوبِ

So spring up, and think of nothing but war;

So surge and think of nothing else

for no respite shall follow that surge,

For there is no break after the storm

إلى أن تَحُولَ جُيُوشُ الدَّياجِي

إلى أن تَحُولَ جُيُوشُ الدَّياجِي

فَيَرفَضُّ بالقَسرِ كُلُّ صخوبِ

فَيَرفَضُّ بالقَسرِ كُلُّ صخوبِ

until the armies of darkness intervene

Until the armies of enemies

and every clamorous warrior is forced to disperse.

Are forcibly rejected, every misfortune

ورَشحُ الصُّدُوبرِ يَسِيلُ علَى

ورَشحُ الصُّدُوبرِ يَسِيلُ علَى

مِجَنٍّ عَلا فوقَ دِرعٍ خَضيبِ

مِجَنٍّ عَلا فوقَ دِرعٍ خَضيبِ

And sweat from the chests will stream onto

And the pouring of blood on breastplates

a shield raised above blood-stained mail;

Raised over blood-stained armor

وتَخدَرُ أَيدِيكُمُ في قَناها

وتَخدَرُ أَيدِيكُمُ في قَناها

ولِلخَيلِ في ذَاكَ مُرُّ النَّصيبِ

ولِلخَيلِ في ذَاكَ مُرُّ النَّصيبِ

and your hands will grow numb upon their spears,

And your hands become calloused in their valleys

and in that the horses have a bitter share:

And for the horses in that the bitter fate

فَتضسبَحُ من عَيِّها عَرَقاً

فَتضسبَحُ من عَيِّها عَرَقاً

بِجَرِّكُمُ في عِجالِ الخُطُوبِ

بِجَرِّكُمُ في عِجالِ الخُطُوبِ

so they swim in sweat from their weariness,

So sweat pours from their eyes

as they pull you in the chariots of peril.

As you pull them in the speed of charges

ومن يَتَناءَ فَذَاكَ حَذَارِ

ومن يَتَناءَ فَذَاكَ حَذَارِ

طَعَامُ الكِلابِ وَطَيرِ السُّغوبِ

طَعَامُ الكِلابِ وَطَيرِ السُّغوبِ

And whoever hangs back—that man, beware!—

And whoever lags, that is beware

is food for dogs and famished birds.

The food of dogs and birds of doom