عَلىover قَتيلِa slain man مِنَfrom among الأَعداءِthe enemies قَدalready أَربواthey have gathered in numbers
عَلى قَتيلِ مِنَ الأَعداءِ قَد أَربوا
إِنّيindeed I لَهُمagainst them واحِدٌalone ناتيjutting الأَناصيرِthe shoulder joints
إِنّي لَهُم واحِدٌ ناتي الأَناصيرِ
They have massed over a slain enemy;
Over a slain foe I kneel
Indeed, I am alone against them, my shoulder joints jutting.
I too am but one, frail mortality wields