وَمُطَهَّمٍand a well-built steed شَرِقِruddy الأَديمِthe hide كَأَنَّماas though
وَمُطَهَّمٍ شَرِقِ الأَديمِ كَأَنَّما
أَلِفَتhad grown accustomed to مَعاطِفُهُits flanks النَجيعَdark blood خِضاباas dye
أَلِفَت مَعاطِفُهُ النَجيعَ خِضابا
And a well-built steed, ruddy of hide, as though
Its flanks had grown accustomed to blood as dye.
طَرِبٌexultant إِذاwhen غَنّىsings الحُسامُthe keen sword مُمَزِّقٌrending
طَرِبٌ إِذا غَنّى الحُسامُ مُمَزِّقٌ
ثَوبَthe robe of العَجاجَةِthe dust-cloud جيئَةًcoming وَذَهاباand going
ثَوبَ العَجاجَةِ جيئَةً وَذَهابا
Exultant when the keen sword sings, rending
The dust-cloud’s robe as it comes and goes.
قَدَحَتstruck forth يَدُthe hand of الهَيجاءِbattle مِنهُfrom it بارِقاًa lightning flash
قَدَحَت يَدُ الهَيجاءِ مِنهُ بارِقاً
مُتَلَهِّباًblazing يُزجيdrives along القَتامَthe dust سَحاباas clouds
مُتَلَهِّباً يُزجي القَتامَ سَحابا
The hand of battle struck from it a lightning flash,
Blazing, driving the dust along in clouds.
وَرَمىand hurled الحِفاظُzeal for honor بِهِwith it شَياطينَthe devils of العِدىthe foe
وَرَمى الحِفاظُ بِهِ شَياطينَ العِدى
فَاِنقَضَّso it swooped down فيin لَيلِthe night of الغُبارِdust شِهاباas a shooting star
فَاِنقَضَّ في لَيلِ الغُبارِ شِهابا
And zeal for honor hurled it at the devils of the foe;
So it swooped through the night of dust, a shooting star.
بَسّامُbeaming ثَغرِthe mouth of الحَليthe adornments تَحسِبُyou think أَنَّهُthat it is
بَسّامُ ثَغرِ الحَلي تَحسِبُ أَنَّهُ
كاسٌa winecup أَثارَstirred up بِهاin it المِزاجُthe added water حَباباbubbles
كاسٌ أَثارَ بِها المِزاجُ حَبابا
Its adorned mouth beaming, you would think it
A winecup in which the added water has stirred up bubbles.
Translation model: Sol 6.1