أُأَبِّنُ هائِماً في كُلِّ واد

أُأَبِّنُ هائِماً في كُلِّ واد

قَتيلاً ما لَهُ في الدَهرِ وادِ

قَتيلاً ما لَهُ في الدَهرِ وادِ

I eulogize, wandering distraught in every valley,

I eulogize a wanderer lost in every valley,

a slain one with none in all time to pay his blood-price.

A slain victim for whom Time holds no blood-price,

أَلاحَ بِهِ الرُعافُ وَكانَ فيهِ

أَلاحَ بِهِ الرُعافُ وَكانَ فيهِ

مَخايِلُ جَدِّهِ البَطَلِ الجَوادِ

مَخايِلُ جَدِّهِ البَطَلِ الجَوادِ

Nosebleeding carried him off, and within him were

A hemorrhage withered him, though he bore within

the traits of his heroic, generous grandfather.

The hallmarks of his grandfather, the generous hero.

فَمَن لِأَبٍ أَراقَ دَمَ المَآقي

فَمَن لِأَبٍ أَراقَ دَمَ المَآقي

عَلَيهِ وَجَزَّ ناصِيَةَ الجَوادِ

عَلَيهِ وَجَزَّ ناصِيَةَ الجَوادِ

Who, then, is there for a father who shed blood from the corners of his eyes

Who is left for a father who has shed the blood of his eyes

over him, and cut off the steed’s forelock?

Over him, and sheared the forelock of the steed?

بِكُلِّ مُتَوّجٍ مِن فِهر شِبلٍ

بِكُلِّ مُتَوّجٍ مِن فِهر شِبلٍ

نَعَتهُ مَعي الحَبائِبُ وَالعَوادي

نَعَتهُ مَعي الحَبائِبُ وَالعَوادي

With every crowned lion cub of Fihr,

With every crowned noble of Fihr, a young lion,

loved ones and foes mourned him with me.

The beloved ones and the calamities mourned him with me,

وَأَعوَلَتِ المَعالي وَالعَوالي

وَأَعوَلَتِ المَعالي وَالعَوالي

وَبيضُ الهِندِ وَالجُردِ العَوادي

وَبيضُ الهِندِ وَالجُردِ العَوادي

And high honors and tall lances wailed,

And high honors and towering lances wailed aloud,

and the bright swords of India, and the sleek, galloping steeds.

Along with the white swords of India and the sleek charging mares.