يانارُO fire شُبَّتwas kindled فَاِرتَفَقتُso I leaned on my elbow لِضَوإِهاtoward its light
يانارُ شُبَّت فَاِرتَفَقتُ لِضَوإِها
بِالجَزعِat the valley bend مِنof أَفيادَAfyad أَوor مِنof مَوعِلِMawʿil
بِالجَزعِ مِن أَفيادَ أَو مِن مَوعِلِ
O fire that was kindled, I propped myself on my elbow to watch its light,
O fire that flared up, so I was gentle with its blaze,
At the valley bend of Afyad, or of Mawʿil,
Grieving for the souls it consumed or the homes it demolished,
حَيثُwhere اِلتَقَتmet فَهمٌFahm وَبَكرٌand Bakr كُلُّهاall of them
حَيثُ اِلتَقَت فَهمٌ وَبَكرٌ كُلُّها
وَالدَهرُand time يَجريflows بَينَهُمbetween them كَالجَدوَلِlike a stream
وَالدَهرُ يَجري بَينَهُم كَالجَدوَلِ
Where Fahm and Bakr, all of them, met,
Where understanding and innocence meet, all of them,
And time flows between them like a stream.
While time flows between them like a stream.
إِنّيindeed I إِذاwhen حَمِيَgrew hot الوَطيسُthe battle-furnace وَأَوقَدَتand kindled
إِنّي إِذا حَمِيَ الوَطيسُ وَأَوقَدَت
نيرانَهاits flames لِلحَربِfor war نارُfire كَريهَةٍa fierce battle لَمdid not أَنكُلِI flinch
نيرانَها لِلحَربِ نارُ كَريهَةٍ لَم أَنكُلِ
Indeed, when the battle-furnace grows hot and there are kindled
When rage intensifies and it ignites
Its flames for war by the fire of fierce battle, I do not flinch.
Its fires for war - a hated fire - I do not falter.
Sol 6.1