مَنwho لِلمُلوكfor the kings بِشأوto the stature of الأَصيَدthe proud one البَطَلthe hero
مَن لِلمُلوك بِشأو الأَصيَد البَطَل
هَيهاتَfar from it! جاءَتكمhas come to you مهديةthe bestower الدولِof kingdoms
هَيهاتَ جاءَتكم مهدية الدولِ
Who among kings can match the stature of the proud champion?
Who can bring kings to the stature of the proud, valiant hero?
Far from it! She has come to you, a gift from Fortune’s turns.
Far from it! The bestower of kingdoms has come to you.
خَطَبتُI wooed قُرطبةَCórdoba الحَسناءthe fair one إِذwhen مَنَعَتshe repelled
خَطَبتُ قُرطبةَ الحَسناء إِذ مَنَعَت
منwhoever جاءَcame يَخطُبُهاto woo her بالبيضwith bright swords وَالأَسَلِand spears
من جاءَ يَخطُبُها بالبيض وَالأَسَلِ
I sought fair Córdoba’s hand when she rebuffed
I wooed fair Córdoba when she had repelled
whoever came to woo her with swords and spears.
whoever came to woo her with bright swords and spears.
وَكَمand how often غَدَتshe went عاطِلاunadorned حَتّىuntil عَرضتُI presented myself لَهاto her
وَكَم غَدَت عاطِلا حَتّى عَرضتُ لَها
فَأَصبَحتthen she awoke فيamid سُرىnight journeys الحُليjewels وَالحُلَلِand robes
فَأَصبَحت في سُرى الحُلي وَالحُلَلِ
Many a morning she went unadorned, until I presented myself to her;
And long she went unadorned, until I presented myself to her;
then she awoke arrayed in the finest jewelry and robes.
then she awoke amid a night procession of jewels and robes.
عِرسُthe bride المُلوكof kings لَناfor us فيin قَصرِهاher palace عُرُسٌa wedding feast
عِرسُ المُلوك لَنا في قَصرِها عُرُسٌ
كُلّall المُلوكthe kings بِهِbecause of it فيat مَأتَمa mourning gathering الوَجَلِof dread
كُلّ المُلوك بِهِ في مَأتَم الوَجَلِ
The bride of kings is ours—in her palace, a wedding feast;
The bride of kings—in her palace we have a wedding feast;
every king, because of it, is at a funeral wake of dread.
all kings, because of it, are at a wake of dread.
فَراقِبواso await عَنwithin قَريبٍa short time لاno أَباfather لَكُمُfor you
فَراقِبوا عَن قَريبٍ لا أَبا لَكُمُ
هُجومthe charge لَيثٍof a lion بِدرعِin the armor of البأسmight مُشتَمِلِclad
هُجوم لَيثٍ بِدرعِ البأس مُشتَمِلِ
So watch, before long—may you be fatherless—for
So await, before long—may you have no father!—
the onslaught of a lion clad in valor’s armor.
the charge of a lion clad in the armor of might.