إِلىuntil كَمhow long لاnot تَلينُyou soften عَلىunder العِتابِreproach
إِلى كَم لا تَلينُ عَلى العِتابِ
وَأَنتَand you أَصَمُّdeaf عَنto رَدِّreturning الجَوابِa reply
وَأَنتَ أَصَمُّ عَن رَدِّ الجَوابِ
How long will you refuse to soften under reproach,
How long will you be harsh and ignore my reproach
While you are deaf to giving a reply?
While you remain deaf to any response?
حِذارَكَbeware for yourself أَنlest تُغالِبَنيyou contend with me غِلاباًfor mastery
حِذارَكَ أَن تُغالِبَني غِلاباً
فَإِنّيfor indeed I لاnot أَدُرُّyield milk عَلىto الغِضابِthe angry
فَإِنّي لا أَدُرُّ عَلى الغِضابِ
Beware of challenging me to a contest,
Beware lest I defeat you in a contest
For I yield no milk to those who rage.
For I cannot restrain my wrath
وَإِنَّكَand indeed you إِنif أَقَمتَyou persist عَلىin أَذاتيharming me
وَإِنَّكَ إِن أَقَمتَ عَلى أَذاتي
فَتَحتَyou have opened إِلىto اِنتِصاريmy vengeance كُلَّevery بابِdoor
فَتَحتَ إِلى اِنتِصاري كُلَّ بابِ
And indeed, if you persist in harming me,
And if you persist in hurting me
You will have opened every door to my vengeance.
You open for me every way to prevail.
وَأَحلُمُand I show forbearance ثُمَّthen يُدرِكُنيovertakes me إِبائيmy pride
وَأَحلُمُ ثُمَّ يُدرِكُني إِبائي
وَكَمand how long يَبقىremains القَرينُthe companion عَلىunder الجِذابِtugging back and forth
وَكَم يَبقى القَرينُ عَلى الجِذابِ
I show forbearance; then my pride overtakes me.
I am forbearing, but then my pride takes over
And how long can a companion endure the tugging?
And how long can dignity abide insult?
إِذاif وَلَّيتَنيyou turn against me ظِفراًa claw وَناباًand a fang
إِذا وَلَّيتَني ظِفراً وَناباً
فَدونَكَthen take heed فَاِخِشَso fear مِنof شَفَريmy blade وَنابيand my fang
فَدونَكَ فَاِخِشَ مِن شَفَري وَنابي
If you turn claw and fang against me,
When you turn from me, defeated and contrite
Then take heed, and fear my blade and my fang.
Fear my blade and fangs in vengeance.
فَإِنَّfor indeed حَمِيَّةَfierce pride القُرَناءِof peers تَطغىoversteps bounds
فَإِنَّ حَمِيَّةَ القُرَناءِ تَطغى
فَتَثلِمُand so notches جانِبَthe edge of النَسَبِkinship القُرابِclose
فَتَثلِمُ جانِبَ النَسَبِ القُرابِ
For the fierce pride of peers runs wild,
For allies’ zeal can exceed all bounds
Thus chipping the edge of close kinship.
And blemish even the closest kinship.
نَفِرُّwe flee إِلىto الشَرابِdrink إِذاwhen غَصَصناwe choke
نَفِرُّ إِلى الشَرابِ إِذا غَصَصنا
فَكيفَthen how إِذاغَصَصناif we choke بِالشَرابِon the drink
فَكيفَ إِذاغَصَصنا بِالشَرابِ
We flee to drink when we choke;
We are provoked to drink when we are debased-
But what if we choke on the drink?
How then when debased by the drink itself?
فَلاso do not تَنظُرlook إِلَيَّat me بِعَينِwith an eye of عَجزٍweakness
فَلا تَنظُر إِلَيَّ بِعَينِ عَجزٍ
فَرُبَّfor many a مُهَنَّدٍIndian-steel sword لَكَfor you فيin ثِيابيmy clothes
فَرُبَّ مُهَنَّدٍ لَكَ في ثِيابي
So do not look on me with an eye that judges me weak,
So look not at me with eyes of disdain
For many an Indian-steel blade lies in my robes for you.
For many a ragged one conceals in his cloak
وَمَنand who لَكَfor you بيto get me يَرُدُّbrings back عَلَيكَto you شَخصِيَmy person
وَمَن لَكَ بي يَرُدُّ عَلَيكَ شَخصِيَ
إِذاwhen أَثبَتُّI set firmly رِجليmy foot فيin الرِكابِthe stirrup
إِذا أَثبَتُّ رِجلي في الرِكابِ
And who can bring my person back to you,
Who but I will make a stand and face you
Once I set my foot firmly in the stirrup?
When I dig in my heels and strap on my belt?
وَماand what is صَبريmy patience وَقَدwhile already جاشَتhave surged هُموميmy cares
وَما صَبري وَقَد جاشَت هُمومي
إِلىtoward أَمرٍa purpose وَعَبِّand swelled لَهُfor it عُبابيmy flood
إِلى أَمرٍ وَعَبِّ لَهُ عُبابي
And how can I be patient, when my cares have surged
How can I stay patient when worries boil up
Toward a purpose, and my flood has swelled for it?
To a matter that has no remedy but my own hands?
سَيَرميwill fling عَنكَaway from you بيme مَرمىًa goal بَعيدٌfar-off
سَيَرمي عَنكَ بي مَرمىً بَعيدٌ
وَتَغدوand you will become غَيرَnot مُنتَظِرٍawaiting إِيابيmy return
وَتَغدو غَيرَ مُنتَظِرٍ إِيابي
A far-off goal will fling me away from you,
I will loose at you an arrow shot far
And you will no longer await my return.
And you will rise to find my trail gone cold.
إِذاwhen الإِشفاقُapprehension هَزَّكَshakes you عُدتَyou return مِنهُfrom it
إِذا الإِشفاقُ هَزَّكَ عُدتَ مِنهُ
بِعَضِّwith biting أَنامِلٍfingertips أَوor قَرعِgnashing نابِa fang
بِعَضِّ أَنامِلٍ أَو قَرعِ نابِ
When apprehension shakes you, you will come away from it
When pity stirs you, you will get from it
Biting your fingertips or gnashing a fang.
Just some finger clicking or door tapping.
وَتَسمَعُand you hear بيof me وَقَدwhile already أَعلَنتُI have proclaimed أَمريmy purpose
وَتَسمَعُ بي وَقَد أَعلَنتُ أَمري
فَتَعلَمُso you know أَنَّthat دَأبَكَyour way غَيرُother than دابيmy way
فَتَعلَمُ أَنَّ دَأبَكَ غَيرُ دابي
And you will hear of me once I have made my purpose known,
You will hear of me when I make my affair public
So you will know that your way is not mine.
And know your ways are far from my own.
وَرُبَّand many a رَكائِبٍriding camels مِنfrom نَحوِthe direction of أَرضيmy land
وَرُبَّ رَكائِبٍ مِن نَحوِ أَرضي
تَخُبُّtrot إِلَيكَto you بِالعَجَبِwith wonders العُجابِmost astonishing
تَخُبُّ إِلَيكَ بِالعَجَبِ العُجابِ
And many riding camels from the direction of my land
Strange tidings of me from my lands
Will trot to you bearing the most astounding wonders,
Will mystify you with marvel and wonder.
وَتُظهِرُand reveal أُسرَةًa clan مِنfrom سِرِّthe noblest of قَوميmy people
وَتُظهِرُ أُسرَةً مِن سِرِّ قَومي
تَمُدُّstretch out إِلىto اِنتِظاريawaiting me بِالرَقابِwith necks
تَمُدُّ إِلى اِنتِظاري بِالرَقابِ
And reveal a clan from the noblest of my people,
You will get inklings of my people’s secrets
Craning their necks as they wait for me.
That make you crane your necks in anticipation.
وَتُصبِحُand you become لاnot تَنيcease عَجَباًin astonishment وَقولاًand in saying
وَتُصبِحُ لا تَني عَجَباً وَقولاً
أَهَذاis this الحَدُّedge أَطلَقَfreer مِنthan ذُبابيmy sword's point
أَهَذا الحَدُّ أَطلَقَ مِن ذُبابي
And you will keep on marveling and saying:
And you will wake perplexed and at a loss for words-
Is this edge freer than my sword's point?
Can this whiner have slipped his leash?
فَكَيفَthen how إِذاwhen رَأَيتَyou see الخَيلَthe horses شُعثاًshaggy
فَكَيفَ إِذا رَأَيتَ الخَيلَ شُعثاً
طَلَعنَthey emerged مِنَfrom المَخارِمِmountain clefts وَالعِقابِand steep passes
طَلَعنَ مِنَ المَخارِمِ وَالعِقابِ
How then, when you see the horses, shaggy,
Just imagine when you see the horses disheveled
Coming up from mountain clefts and steep passes,
Emerging from dens and mountain clefts
تُعاظِلُpile upon one another كَالجَرادِlike locusts زَفَتهُswept it along ريحٌa wind
تُعاظِلُ كَالجَرادِ زَفَتهُ ريحٌ
فَمَرَّthen it passed يُطيعُهاobeying it يَومَon a day of الضَبابِfog
فَمَرَّ يُطيعُها يَومَ الضَبابِ
Crowding like a locust swarm that a wind drove,
Sweeping like locusts driven on by the wind
And that passed, obeying it, on a foggy day?
Passing through on a day of dust clouds
أَمَضَّتهاhave tormented them الشَكائِمُthe bits فَهيَso they are خُرسٌmute
أَمَضَّتها الشَكائِمُ فَهيَ خُرسٌ
تَسيلُdrip لَهاfor them دَماًblood بَدَلَinstead of اللُعابِsaliva
تَسيلُ لَها دَماً بَدَلَ اللُعابِ
The bits have tormented them, so they are mute;
With grim destiny driving them, grown mute
Their bits drip blood instead of saliva.
Blood flows from them instead of saliva
تُذَكِّرُهُمremind them بِذيof Dhu قارٍQar طِعاناًwith spear-thrusts
تُذَكِّرُهُم بِذي قارٍ طِعاناً
وَماand what جَرَّbrought about القَناthe spears يَومَon the day of الكُلابِal-Kulab
وَما جَرَّ القَنا يَومَ الكُلابِ
They remind them, with spear-thrusts, of Dhu Qar,
Reminding them of Dhi Qar's onslaught
And what the spears brought about on the day of al-Kulab.
And the day of snarling dogs.
عَليهاupon them كُلُّevery أَبلَجَbright-browed man مِنof قُرَيشٍQuraysh
عَليها كُلُّ أَبلَجَ مِن قُرَيشٍ
لَبيقٍadept بِالطِعانِat spear-thrusting وَبِالضِرابِand at sword-striking
لَبيقٍ بِالطِعانِ وَبِالضِرابِ
On them rides every bright-browed man of Quraysh,
Every knight of Quraysh is over them
Skilled in spear-thrusting and sword-striking.
Shouting, stabbing with each sweep and thrust
يَسيرُhe travels وَأَرضُهُand his ground جُردُsleek المَذاكيfull-grown steeds
يَسيرُ وَأَرضُهُ جُردُ المَذاكي
وَجَوُّand the expanse of سَمائِهِhis sky ظِلُّthe shadow of العُقابِthe eagle
وَجَوُّ سَمائِهِ ظِلُّ العُقابِ
He travels, his ground the sleek, full-grown steeds,
While their land is stripped bare of pastures
And the expanse of his sky the eagle's shadow.
And their sky is in the shadow of vultures.
وَعِنديand I have لِلعِدىfor the foes لاno بُدَّescape يَومٌa day
وَعِندي لِلعِدى لا بُدَّ يَومٌ
يُذيقُهُمُmakes them taste المَسَمَّمَthe poisoned substance مِنof عِقابيmy punishment
يُذيقُهُمُ المَسَمَّمَ مِن عِقابي
And I have, without fail, a day in store for my foes,
For the foe, I must have a day
That will make them taste the poison of my punishment.
When I will serve the poisoned draught.
فَأَنصُبُthen I set up فَوقَabove هامِهِمُtheir skulls قُدوريmy cauldrons
فَأَنصُبُ فَوقَ هامِهِمُ قُدوري
وَأَمزُجُand I mix مِنfrom دِمائِهِمtheir blood شَرابيmy drink
وَأَمزُجُ مِن دِمائِهِم شَرابي
Then I shall set my cauldrons above their skulls,
I set over their throngs my cauldrons
And mix my drink with their blood,
And mix their blood into my drink.
وَأُركِزُand I plant فيin قُلوبِهِمُtheir hearts رِماحيmy spears
وَأُركِزُ في قُلوبِهِمُ رِماحي
وَأَضرِبُand I pitch فيin دِيارِهِمُtheir lands قِبابيmy domed tents
وَأَضرِبُ في دِيارِهِمُ قِبابي
And plant my spears in their hearts,
I drive my spears into their hearts
And pitch my tents in their lands.
And I knock down their homes into rubble.
فَإِنso if أَهلِكI perish فَعَنthen by قَدرٍfate جَرِيٍّrunning its course
فَإِن أَهلِك فَعَن قَدرٍ جَرِيٍّ
وَإِنand if أَملِكI gain dominion فَقَدthen indeed أَغنىhas availed طِلابيmy quest
وَإِن أَملِك فَقَد أَغنى طِلابي
So if I perish, it is through fate taking its course,
If I perish, it was fated as such
And if I gain dominion, my quest will have availed me.
If I prevail, my striving has paid off.