أَطَعتُI obeyed فيin الأَيّامِthe days سَدّاجيmy deceiver
أَطَعتُ في الأَيّامِ سَدّاجي
وَسارَتِand journeyed الدُنياthe world بِأَحداجيwith my camel-litters
وَسارَتِ الدُنيا بِأَحداجي
Throughout my days, I obeyed my driver,
Through the days, I obeyed my deceiver,
and the world journeyed on with my camel litters.
And the world bore my camel-litters along.
آلَيتُI swore ماnot أَدريI know وَلاnor عالَميmy world
آلَيتُ ما أَدري وَلا عالَمي
مِنof كَوكَبيmy star فيin الحِندِسِthe deep darkness الداجيpitch-black
مِن كَوكَبي في الحِندِسِ الداجي
I swear, neither I nor my sage knows
I have sworn: neither I nor my world knows
aught of my star in the pitch-black night.
Of my star in the deep, pitch-black darkness.
لاmay ... not بَسَطَextend الخالِقُthe Creator فيin مُدَّتيmy lifespan
لا بَسَطَ الخالِقُ في مُدَّتي
حَتّىuntil يَرىsees الناظِرُthe onlooker هَدّاجيmy tottering gait
حَتّى يَرى الناظِرُ هَدّاجي
May the Creator not lengthen my allotted span
May the Creator not prolong my lifespan
until an onlooker sees my tottering gait.
Until the onlooker sees my tottering gait.
قَدindeed ذُبِحَwas slaughtered الذارِعُthe long-striding bull فيin ساحَةٍa courtyard
قَد ذُبِحَ الذارِعُ في ساحَةٍ
فَياand oh لَهُfor it مِنof دَمِblood أَوداجِjugular veins
فَيا لَهُ مِن دَمِ أَوداجِ
The long-strider has been slaughtered in a courtyard—
The long-striding bull has been slaughtered in a courtyard;
ah, what a flood of jugular blood!
And oh, what blood from jugular veins!
يَسلُكُtreads مَحمودٌMahmud وَأَمثالُهُand his peers
يَسلُكُ مَحمودٌ وَأَمثالُهُ
طَريقَthe path خاقانَKhaqan وَكُنداجِand Kundaj
طَريقَ خاقانَ وَكُنداجِ
Maḥmūd and all his likes will tread
Mahmud and his peers tread
the road of Khāqān and Kundāj.
The path of Khaqan and Kundaj.
