وَمَشْبوحِ الأَشاجِعِ ناشِريٍّ

وَمَشْبوحِ الأَشاجِعِ ناشِريٍّ

لَهُ في خِنْدِفَ الشَّرَفُ الرَّفيعُ

لَهُ في خِنْدِفَ الشَّرَفُ الرَّفيعُ

And a broad-knuckled Nashiri,

With braves aglow and banners held aloft

His is exalted honor among Khindif.

Nobility adorns his stately brow

يُناغِي العِزَّ في يَدِهِ حُسامٌ

يُناغِي العِزَّ في يَدِهِ حُسامٌ

يَمُجُّ دَمَاً مَضارِبُهُ صَنيعُ

يَمُجُّ دَمَاً مَضارِبُهُ صَنيعُ

In his hand a keen sword converses with glory,

Bearing honor's sword clutched in his hand

Finely wrought, with edges that spew blood.

Fine wrought blades that lifeblood freely draw

وَيَسْكُنُ جارُهُ وَالأُفْقُ كابٍ

وَيَسْكُنُ جارُهُ وَالأُفْقُ كابٍ

بِحَيْثُ يَحُلُّ حَبْوَتَهُ الرَّبيعُ

بِحَيْثُ يَحُلُّ حَبْوَتَهُ الرَّبيعُ

And his neighbor dwells, though the horizon is dim,

His land knows peace, horizons now serene

Where spring unfastens its knee-wrap.

Wherever springtime makes its verdant bow

زَجَرْتُ إليهِ نَاجِيَةً ذَمولاً

زَجَرْتُ إليهِ نَاجِيَةً ذَمولاً

تُحاذِرُ أَنْ يُلِمَّ بِهِ القَطيعُ

تُحاذِرُ أَنْ يُلِمَّ بِهِ القَطيعُ

I urged toward him a swift, easy-paced she-camel,

To him I cried, a hind long-suffering

Wary lest the whip should fall upon it.

Lest the herd be savaged by its foe

إذا أَلْقَتْ كَلاكِلَها لَدَيْهِ

إذا أَلْقَتْ كَلاكِلَها لَدَيْهِ

فَلا غَشَّى مَناسِمَها النَّجيعُ

فَلا غَشَّى مَناسِمَها النَّجيعُ

When she lays her chest down beside him,

Though does their fawns before him lay

Then may no gore cover her hoof-tips.

No trembling dread their calm betray