أَلاlisten! هَلhas ...? أَتىreached أُمَّmother of الحُوَيرِثِal-Huwayrith مُرسَلٌa messenger
أَلا هَل أَتى أُمَّ الحُوَيرِثِ مُرسَلٌ
نَعَمyes خالِدٌKhalid إِنif لَمnot تَعُقهُhinder him العَوائِقُthe obstacles
نَعَم خالِدٌ إِن لَم تَعُقهُ العَوائِقُ
Tell me, has a messenger reached Umm al-Huwayrith?
Has the mother of Al-Huwairith been visited by a messenger?
Yes—Khalid, if obstacles have not hindered him.
Yes, Khalid, if obstacles do not impede him,
يُرىhe is seen ناصِحاًsincere فيماin what بَداappears وَإِذاand when خَلاhe is alone
يُرى ناصِحاً فيما بَدا وَإِذا خَلا
فَذلِكَthen he is سِكّينُa knife عَلىat الحَلقِthe throat حاذِقُkeen-edged
فَذلِكَ سِكّينُ عَلى الحَلقِ حاذِقُ
He seems sincere outwardly, but when alone,
He seems well-meaning in his actions, and when alone,
Then he is a keen-edged knife at the throat.
That is a blade at the throat of the skilled executioner.
وَقَدand indeed كانَhe was ليto me دَهراًfor a long time قَديماًlong ago مُلاطِفاًgentle
وَقَد كانَ لي دَهراً قَديماً مُلاطِفاً
وَلَمand not تَكُbe تُخشىbe feared مِنfrom لَدَيهِat his side البَوائِقُtreacherous harms
وَلَم تَكُ تُخشى مِن لَدَيهِ البَوائِقُ
And for a long time in days past, he was gentle with me,
For a long time he was gentle with me,
And no treachery was feared at his hands.
And I did not fear traps from him.
وَكُنتُand I was إِذاwhen ماan emphatic particle الحَربُwar ضُرَّسَwas whetted نابُهاits fang
وَكُنتُ إِذا ما الحَربُ ضُرَّسَ نابُها
لِجائِحَةٍfor a sweeping calamity وَالحَينُand death بِالناسِupon the people لاحِقُovertaking
لِجائِحَةٍ وَالحَينُ بِالناسِ لاحِقُ
And I, whenever war’s fang was whetted
Whenever war bared its fangs,
For a sweeping calamity, while death was overtaking men,
Raging and chasing people.
وَزافَتand it advanced كَمَوجِlike the waves of البَحرِthe sea تَسموit rises high أَمامَهاahead of it
وَزافَت كَمَوجِ البَحرِ تَسمو أَمامَها
وَقامَتand it stood عَلىupon ساقٍa leg وَآنَand the time came التَلاحُقُjoining battle
وَقامَت عَلى ساقٍ وَآنَ التَلاحُقُ
And it advanced like sea-waves, surging onward,
The waves rose high before it like the waves of the sea,
And stood upon its leg, and the time to clash had come,
Standing on one leg, the pursuit began.
أَنوءُI rise with effort بِهِwith him فيهاin it فَيَأمَنُand so he feels safe جانِبيmy side
أَنوءُ بِهِ فيها فَيَأمَنُ جانِبي
وَلَوand even if كَثُرَتgrew numerous فيهاin it لَدَيَّaround me البَوارِقُthe flashing swords
وَلَو كَثُرَت فيها لَدَيَّ البَوارِقُ
Would bear him up in it, and he would feel safe at my side,
I take refuge in him therein, so my side is safe,
Even if flashing swords multiplied around me there.
Even if many perils surround me therein.
وَلكِنand yet فَتىًa young man لَمnot تُخشَbe feared مِنهُfrom him فَجيعَةٌa grievous hurt
وَلكِن فَتىً لَم تُخشَ مِنهُ فَجيعَةٌ
حَديثاًrecently وَلاnor فيماin what مَضىhas passed أَنتَyou وامِقُloving
حَديثاً وَلا فيما مَضى أَنتَ وامِقُ
But a youth from whom no grievous hurt has been feared,
But a young man whom no calamity feared,
Of late or in times gone by—you hold him dear:
Recently nor in the past were you delinquent.
أَخٌa brother لَكَto you مَأمونُtrustworthy السَجِيّاتِinborn traits خِضرِمٌmunificent
أَخٌ لَكَ مَأمونُ السَجِيّاتِ خِضرِمٌ
إِذاwhen صَفَقَتهُstruck him فيin الحُروبِwars الصَوافِقُthe battering blows
إِذا صَفَقَتهُ في الحُروبِ الصَوافِقُ
A brother to you, trustworthy by nature, munificent,
A brother to you, trustworthy in perils, mature,
When war’s battering blows strike him.
When wars rattle him with their calamities.
نُشَيبَةُNushayba لَمnot توجَدwas found لَهُfor him الدَهرَever عَثرَةٌa lapse
نُشَيبَةُ لَم توجَد لَهُ الدَهرَ عَثرَةٌ
يَبوحُspeaks openly بِهاabout it فيin ساحَةِthe courtyard of الدارِthe house ناطِقُa speaker
يَبوحُ بِها في ساحَةِ الدارِ ناطِقُ
Nushayba—no lapse of his has ever been found
Old age did not find for him a stumbling block,
For any speaker to divulge in the courtyard of the house.
Through which it complains in the courtyard of the house.
نَماهُbegot him مِنfrom الحَيَّينِthe two clans قِردٍQird وَمازِنٍand Mazin
نَماهُ مِن الحَيَّينِ قِردٍ وَمازِنٍ
لُيوثٌlions غَداةَon the morning of البَأسِbattle بيضُbright-faced مَصادِقُsteadfast
لُيوثٌ غَداةَ البَأسِ بيضُ مَصادِقُ
He was begotten from the two clans, Qird and Mazin,
It grew him from the best stock of Qirda and Mazin,
By lions, bright-faced and steadfast on battle’s morning.
Lions on the morrow of affliction, loyal friends.
هُمthey رَجَعواdrove back بِالعَرجِat al-ʿArj وَالقَومُand the people شُهَّدُwitnesses
هُم رَجَعوا بِالعَرجِ وَالقَومُ شُهَّدُ
هَوازِنَHawazin تَحدوهاurge it onward حُماةٌdefenders بَطارِقُmighty chieftains
هَوازِنَ تَحدوها حُماةٌ بَطارِقُ
They drove back, at al-ʿArj, while the people watched,
They returned lame, and the people witness
Hawazin, urged onward by defenders, mighty chieftains.
The Hawazin, whom protectors drive back with bright swords.