قضدunclear; probably 'indeed' عَرِفَhas learned الحَربَthe war العِوانَoft-renewed أَنّيthat I am
قضد عَرِفَ الحَربَ العِوانَ أَنّي
بازِلُa mature camel عامِلَينِtwo workers as written; probably 'two years' حَديثُyoung سِنِّin age
بازِلُ عامِلَينِ حَديثُ سِنِّ
[Indeed,] oft-renewed war has learned that I am
The war knows my determination as the enemy approaches,
Truly, the fierce, recurring war knows that I
A mature camel, [two years past maturity], yet young in age;
Though I am now old and my youth has passed.
Am a veteran in strength, though a youth in years,
سَنَحنَحُwakeful; tireless اللَيلُthe night كَأَنّيas though I were جَنّيa jinn
سَنَحنَحُ اللَيلُ كَأَنّي جَنّي
أَستَقبِلُI face الحَربَthe war بِكُلِّwith every فَنِّart; skill
أَستَقبِلُ الحَربَ بِكُلِّ فَنِّ
Wakeful through the night, as though I were a jinn.
The night smiles gently as if to congratulate me,
Restless through the night, as if I were a Jinni,
I face war with every art.
As I go to face the enemy with all my skill.
I confront the battle with every art of war,
مَعيwith me سِلاحيmy arms وَمَعيand with me مِجَنّيmy shield
مَعي سِلاحي وَمَعي مِجَنّي
وَصارِمٍand a keen sword يَذهَبُdispels كُلَevery ضَغنِgrudge
وَصارِمٍ يَذهَبُ كُلَ ضَغنِ
With me are my arms, and with me my shield,
With me are my weapons and my experience,
With me is my weapon, and with me is my shield,
And a keen sword that dispels every grudge.
And a sharp sword to cut through all hardship.
And a trenchant blade that severs every grudge,
أُقصيI drive away بِهِwith it كُلَّevery عَدُّوٍenemy عَنّيfrom me
أُقصي بِهِ كُلَّ عَدُّوٍ عَنّي
لِمثلِfor the like of هَذاthis وَلَدَتنيshe bore me أُمّيmy mother
لِمثلِ هَذا وَلَدَتني أُمّي
With it I drive every enemy away from me.
With it I drive back every foe from me,
With which I drive every enemy far from my path;
For the like of this, my mother bore me.
For this my mother gave birth to me.
For the likes of this did my mother bear me.