لِمْwhy لاnot أتيتهُI came to him علىupon الرِّماحِthe lances اذاwhen
لِمْ لا أتيتهُ على الرِّماحِ اذا
فخُرَتْthey gloried وتحسُدنيand envy me الظُّبىthe sword-blades البُترthe cleaving ones
فخُرَتْ وتحسُدني الظُّبى البُتر
Why did I not come to him upon the lances, when
Wonder
they gloried, and the cleaving sword-blades envy me?
واِليَّand toward me سَوْقُthe driving الرَّيحِthe wind حامِلَةًbearing
واِليَّ سَوْقُ الرَّيحِ حامِلَةً
طوداًa mountain أشَمَّlofty وقابِضيand he who grasps me بَحْرُa sea
طوداً أشَمَّ وقابِضي بَحْرُ
And toward me the wind is driven, bearing
a lofty mountain, and he who grasps me is a sea.
Partial English translation: 1 of 4 Arabic lines translated.