رِجلايَmy two legs والسبعونand seventy years قدalready أوْهَنَتْhave weakened
رِجلايَ والسبعون قد أوْهَنَتْ
قُوايmy strength عنfrom سَعييmy hastening إلىto الحَربِwar
قُواي عن سَعيي إلى الحَربِ
My legs and seventy years have sapped
My two and seventy years have sapped
my strength for hastening to war.
My strength for the toils of war,
وكنتُand I used to إنwhenever ثوَّبَrenewed the summons داعِيthe herald of الوغَىbattle
وكنتُ إن ثوَّبَ داعِي الوغَى
لبَّيتُهُI answered him بالطَّعنِwith thrusts والضَّربِand blows
لبَّيتُهُ بالطَّعنِ والضَّربِ
And whenever battle’s herald renewed his call,
And were the din of arms to sound
I would answer him with thrusts and blows.
I'd meet it with thrust and blow.
أشقُّI cleave بالسّيفِwith the sword دُجَىthe darkness of نقعِهاits dust-cloud
أشقُّ بالسّيفِ دُجَى نقعِها
شقَّcleaving الدَّياجيthe darkness of night مرسَلُa loosed one of الشُّهبِthe meteors
شقَّ الدَّياجي مرسَلُ الشُّهبِ
With the sword I cleave the darkness of its dust-cloud,
Through the gloom of night my blade would gleam
as a loosed meteor cleaves the dark of night.
Like the lightning's flash 'mid clouds that teem.
أنازِلُI engage in combat الأقرانَmatched opponents يُرديهِمُfells them
أنازِلُ الأقرانَ يُرديهِمُ
منfrom قَبلِbefore ضَربيmy striking هامَهمُtheir heads رُعْبِيdread of me
من قَبلِ ضَربي هامَهمُ رُعْبِي
I face my equals in combat; they are felled
My peers I'd humble and lay them low
by dread of me before I strike their heads.
Ere my dread onrush, terror-struck they'd go.
فلمso … did not تَدَعْleave منّيof me اللّياليthe nights سوَىexcept
فلم تَدَعْ منّي اللّيالي سوَى
صَبرِيmy patience علىin the face of اللأّْوَاءِhardship والخَطبِand calamity
صَبرِي على اللأّْوَاءِ والخَطبِ
So the nights have left nothing of me but
Naught of me is left by the nights, save
my patience in hardship and calamity.
My fortitude against woe and misfortune's wave,
ألقَىI meet الرّزايَاcalamities رابطَsteadfast in الجأشheart فِيamid
ألقَى الرّزايَا رابطَ الجأش فِي
أحْداثِهاtheir upheavals مجتَمِعَcollected in اللُّبِّmind
أحْداثِها مجتَمِعَ اللُّبِّ
I meet calamities, steadfast of heart amid
I suffer the strokes of fate—and endure,
their upheavals, with my mind collected.
Whilst Destiny's shafts fly thick and sure.
ماnot خَانَنِيhas betrayed me عزمِيmy resolve ولاnor عزَّنِيhas eluded me
ما خَانَنِي عزمِي ولا عزَّنِي
صَبرِيmy patience ولاnor اُرتاعَhas quailed لَهاbefore them قَلبيmy heart
صَبرِي ولا اُرتاعَ لَها قَلبي
My resolve has not betrayed me, nor have I been denied
My purpose stands nor can dismay undo,
my patience; nor has my heart quailed before them.
My patience fails not, nor unrest my heart knew.
Sol 6.1