أَنّىHow تَأَوَّبَنيreturned to me by night الأَحزانُsorrows وَالسَهَرُand sleeplessness
أَنّى تَأَوَّبَني الأَحزانُ وَالسَهَرُ
فَالعَينُso the eye مِنّيof mine هُدوءًin the still of night دَمعُهاits tears دُرَرُpearls
فَالعَينُ مِنّي هُدوءً دَمعُها دُرَرُ
How have sorrows and sleeplessness returned to me by night?
How sorrows and sleeplessness have laid me low,
So, in the still of night, the tears of my eye are pearls.
My eyes shedding tears like glistening pearls.
تَبكيit weeps لِصَخرٍfor Sakhr وَقَدand indeed رابَdealt treacherously الزَمانُtime بِهِwith him
تَبكي لِصَخرٍ وَقَد رابَ الزَمانُ بِهِ
إِذwhen غالَهُstruck him down حَدَثُthe calamity الأَيّامِof days وَالقَدَرُand fate
إِذ غالَهُ حَدَثُ الأَيّامِ وَالقَدَرُ
It weeps for Sakhr, and time has dealt treacherously with him,
They weep for a rock worn away by time,
When the calamity of days and fate struck him down.
When the tide of days and fate swept it away.
سَمحٌgenerous خَلائِقُهُhis character جَزلٌabundant مَواهِبُهُhis gifts
سَمحٌ خَلائِقُهُ جَزلٌ مَواهِبُهُ
وافيfaithful الذِمامِto pledges إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle مَعشَرٌa group of people غَدَرواthey broke faith
وافي الذِمامِ إِذا ما مَعشَرٌ غَدَروا
Generous in character, lavish in his gifts,
He is magnanimous, generous are his gifts,
Faithful to his pledges when others broke faith;
Faithful protector if comrades betray.
مَأوىa refuge الضَريكِfor the destitute وَمَأوىand a refuge كُلِّfor every أَرمَلَةٍwidow
مَأوى الضَريكِ وَمَأوى كُلِّ أَرمَلَةٍ
عِندَduring المُحولِdroughts إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle هَبَّتِblew القُرَرُthe cold winds
عِندَ المُحولِ إِذا ما هَبَّتِ القُرَرُ
A refuge for the destitute and a refuge for every widow,
Refuge of the destitute, every widow's shelter
In times of drought, when the cold winds blew.
In his care when misfortunes descend.
ماnot بارَزَfaced in single combat القِرنَthe opponent يَوماًon any day عِندَat مَعرَكَةٍa battlefield
ما بارَزَ القِرنَ يَوماً عِندَ مَعرَكَةٍ
إِلّاexcept that لَهُfor him يَومَon the day تَسموrises الكَرَّةُthe charge الظَفَرُvictory
إِلّا لَهُ يَومَ تَسمو الكَرَّةُ الظَفَرُ
He never once faced an opponent in single combat on a battlefield
Never has he rode forth on day of battle,
Without victory being his on the day the charge rose.
Except for him the glorious victory won.