وَاِسَوأَتاهُOh, the shame! لِأَرضٍfor a land أَصبَحَتhas become غَنَماa flock of sheep
وَاِسَوأَتاهُ لِأَرضٍ أَصبَحَت غَنَما
تَرعاهُtends it عاجِلَةَswiftly arriving الأَسقامِillnesses وَالنوبِand calamities
تَرعاهُ عاجِلَةَ الأَسقامِ وَالنوبِ
Oh, the shame of a land that has become a flock of sheep,
And he envied a land that became plunder
Tended by swiftly arriving illnesses and calamities.
Grazed by the hastening of illnesses and misfortune
تَزدادُincreases ثَروَتُهاits wealth وَالقَومُand the people نَخوَتُهُمtheir proud spirit
تَزدادُ ثَروَتُها وَالقَومُ نَخوَتُهُم
تَهوىwanes فُتوتَهاits youthful vigor خَوّارَةَfeeble العَصَبِof sinew
تَهوى فُتوتَها خَوّارَةَ العَصَبِ
Its wealth increases, while the people's proud spirit—
Its wealth increases while the people's glory decreases
Its youthful vigor wanes, its sinews weak.
Its exuberant youth covet the breaking of covenants
أَهلُthe men الإِمارَةِof rule مِنfrom صيدٍproud nobles غَطارِفَةٍhighborn chiefs
أَهلُ الإِمارَةِ مِن صيدٍ غَطارِفَةٍ
أَوor مِنfrom ذَويthose possessing الجاهِprestige وَالأَلقابِand titles وَالرُتَبِand ranks
أَو مِن ذَوي الجاهِ وَالأَلقابِ وَالرُتَبِ
The men of rule are drawn from proud, highborn chiefs,
The people of authority are from well-known tribes
Or from men of prestige, titles, and rank.
Or those with prestige, titles, and high office
أَحوالُهُمtheir fortunes أَبَداًalways رَهنٌhostage لِمُنقَلِبٍto a reversal
أَحوالُهُم أَبَداً رَهنٌ لِمُنقَلِبٍ
تَحولُturn مِنfrom زاهِرٍa flourishing state يَوماًone day إِلىto عَطَبِruin
تَحولُ مِن زاهِرٍ يَوماً إِلى عَطَبِ
Their fortunes are ever hostage to reversal,
Their circumstances are always subject to ups and downs
Turning one day from prosperity to ruin.
Shifting from prosperous one day to ruined the next
وَنَفخَةٌand a breath مِنfrom ذَويthose possessing السُلطانِpower تَخلُقُهُمwears them out
وَنَفخَةٌ مِن ذَوي السُلطانِ تَخلُقُهُم
كَنَفخَةٍlike a breath خَلَقَتهُمcreated them قَبلُbefore فيamid النِعَمِblessings
كَنَفخَةٍ خَلَقَتهُم قَبلُ في النِعَمِ
And a breath from those in power wears them out,
And a puff from the powerful creates them
Like a breath that once created them amid blessings.
Like the puff that created them before in luxury
لكِنَّbut أَهلَthe people القُرىof the villages الأَبطالُheroes كُلَّهُمall of them
لكِنَّ أَهلَ القُرى الأَبطالُ كُلَّهُم
فَخرُthe pride البِلادِof the land الشَدادَstrong العَزمِin resolve وَالهِمَمِand aspirations
فَخرُ البِلادِ الشَدادَ العَزمِ وَالهِمَمِ
But the village folk, heroes every one,
But the heroes of the villages, all of them
The pride of the land, strong in resolve and aspiration—
Are the pride of the firm, determined countries
إِذاif هَمّوthey grow feeble ذَهَبواthey perish وَاِنثَلand crumbles صَرحُهُمtheir edifice
إِذا هَمّو ذَهَبوا وَاِنثَل صَرحُهُم
وَغالَهُمand carries them off غائِلُthe scourge الأَرزاءِof calamities وَالسَقَمِand sickness
وَغالَهُم غائِلُ الأَرزاءِ وَالسَقَمِ
If they grow feeble, they perish, and their edifice crumbles,
When they become resolute, they advance and their citadel rises high
And the scourge of calamities and sickness carries them off,
And they are helped by the guardian of honor and well-being
فَلاthen no مَرَدَّreturn لَهُمfor them لاno شُيءَthing يَخلِفُهُمtakes their place
فَلا مَرَدَّ لَهُم لا شُيءَ يَخلِفُهُم
مِنfrom بَعدِهِمafter them كُلُّevery شَيءٍthing باتَhas become كَالعَدَمِlike nothingness
مِن بَعدِهِم كُلُّ شَيءٍ باتَ كَالعَدَمِ
Then there is no return for them; nothing takes their place.
So they have no retreat, nothing holds them back
After them, everything becomes as nothing.
After them everything remains as if it never existed