تِلكَthose الرِياضُthe gardens إِذاwhen تَهَجَّرَtraveled in the midday heat حادِثٌa calamity
تِلكَ الرِياضُ إِذا تَهَجَّرَ حادِثٌ
لَمnot تَلقَyou find إِلّاexcept ظِلَّهاtheir shade وَجَناهاand their fruit
لَم تَلقَ إِلّا ظِلَّها وَجَناها
Those gardens—when a calamity travels in the midday heat,
You find nothing but their shade and fruit.
لَمَعَgleamed النُضارُgold بِهاin them فَقُلناso we said شَمسُهاtheir sun
لَمَعَ النُضارُ بِها فَقُلنا شَمسُها
وَجَرىand flowed اللُجَينُsilver فَخِلتُهُso I thought it أَمواهاwaters
وَجَرى اللُجَينُ فَخِلتُهُ أَمواها
Gold gleamed within them, and we said it was their sun;
And silver flowed, and I thought it was water.
نَظَرواthey gazed at الخُيولَthe horses فَأَثبَتَتso imprinted نَظَراتُهُمtheir glances
نَظَروا الخُيولَ فَأَثبَتَت نَظَراتُهُم
غُرَراًwhite blazes عَلَيهاupon them قَدalready وُسِمنَwere branded جِباهاforeheads
غُرَراً عَلَيها قَد وُسِمنَ جِباها
They gazed at the horses, and their glances fixed
White blazes upon them, branded on their foreheads.
وَلَرُبَّand indeed many a هاتِفَةٍa calling voice دَعَتهُمcalled them لِلوَغىto battle
وَلَرُبَّ هاتِفَةٍ دَعَتهُم لِلوَغى
جَعَلواthey made صَليلَthe clash of المُرهَفاتِkeen-edged blades صَداهاits echo
جَعَلوا صَليلَ المُرهَفاتِ صَداها
And many a calling voice summoned them to battle;
They made the clash of keen-edged blades its echo.
هِيَthey كَالمَوارِدِlike watering places فيin العُيونِthe eyes وَطالَماand often
هِيَ كَالمَوارِدِ في العُيونِ وَطالَما
نَقَعواthey quenched بِهاماتِwith the heads of الكُماةِarmored warriors صَداهاtheir thirst
نَقَعوا بِهاماتِ الكُماةِ صَداها
They are like watering places to the eyes, and often
They have slaked the blades' thirst with armored warriors' heads.
أَنِفَتdisdained يَداهُhis two hands لَهاon their behalf فَلَمso did not تَعطَلremain unadorned لَدىat
أَنِفَت يَداهُ لَها فَلَم تَعطَل لَدى
تَجريدِهاtheir unsheathing فَمِنَso from الدِماءِblood حَلاهاtheir ornaments
تَجريدِها فَمِنَ الدِماءِ حَلاها
His hands disdained to leave them bare, so they were not unadorned when
Unsheathed—their ornaments were of blood.
هِيَthey فيin بِحارِthe seas of يَدَيهِhis two hands أَمواجٌwaves تُرىare seen
هِيَ في بِحارِ يَدَيهِ أَمواجٌ تُرى
وَنُفوسُand the souls of مَنthose whom قَتَلَتهُkilled him مِنamong غَرقاهاtheir drowned victims
وَنُفوسُ مَن قَتَلَتهُ مِن غَرقاها
They are waves seen in the seas of his hands,
And the souls of those they slew are among their drowned victims.
لاno بَلrather زِنادُthe fire-strikers of جَهَنَّمٍHell فيin كَفِّهِhis palm
لا بَل زِنادُ جَهَنَّمٍ في كَفِّهِ
مِنهاfrom them فَكُلُّso every مُكَذِّبٍdenier يَصلاهاburns in it
مِنها فَكُلُّ مُكَذِّبٍ يَصلاها
No, rather, Hell's fire-strikers in his palm
Are made of them; so every denier burns in it.
لَوif أَنَّthat أَرضاًearth مَرَّةًonce فَدَتِransomed السَماthe sky
لَو أَنَّ أَرضاً مَرَّةً فَدَتِ السَما
كانَتwould be عِداهاtheir foes فيin الخُطوبِcalamities فِداهاtheir ransom
كانَت عِداها في الخُطوبِ فِداها
If ever earth were to ransom the sky,
Their foes would, in calamities, be their ransom.
وَمَنِand who المُحَدِّثُthe one telling نَفسَهُhimself بِلَحاقِهاof catching up with them
وَمَنِ المُحَدِّثُ نَفسَهُ بِلَحاقِها
فَدَعِso leave aside الحَديثَtalk عَنِabout الَّذيthe one who ساواهاequaled them
فَدَعِ الحَديثَ عَنِ الَّذي ساواها
And who would entertain the thought of catching up with them?
So leave aside talk of one who equaled them.
Translation model: Sol 6.1