بِمَجالِwith the reach of عَزميmy resolve يُملَأُare filled المَلَوانِnight and day
بِمَجالِ عَزمي يُملَأُ المَلَوانِ
وَتَضَلَّand lose their way فيهِwithin it بَوائِقُthe calamities of الأَزمانِthe ages
وَتَضَلَّ فيهِ بَوائِقُ الأَزمانِ
Night and day are filled by the reach of my resolve,
With my determination the horizons fill
and the calamities of time lose their way within it.
And in it the passages of time meander
عَزمٌa resolve رَضيعُsuckled on لِبانِthe milk of أَطرافِthe tips of القَناthe spears
عَزمٌ رَضيعُ لِبانِ أَطرافِ القَنا
فيin حَيثُwhere يَرضَعُsuckles مِنfrom نَجيعِfreshly shed blood لَبانِa breast
في حَيثُ يَرضَعُ مِن نَجيعِ لَبانِ
A resolve suckled on the milk of spearpoints,
A tender determination suckling the teats of spearheads
where a breast suckles on freshly shed blood.
Where it suckles the pure milk of resoluteness
كَمhow many مِنof حَشىthe entrails of خَطبٍa calamity شَقَقتُI split ضَميرَهُits innermost core
كَم مِن حَشى خَطبٍ شَقَقتُ ضَميرَهُ
وَأَرَقتُand I spilled فيinto دَمِهِits blood دَمَthe blood of الأَضغانِthe grudges
وَأَرَقتُ في دَمِهِ دَمَ الأَضغانِ
How many a calamity's belly have I split to its core,
How many fiery sermons have I split open their conscience
and spilled the blood of grudges into its blood.
And shed in their blood the blood of agonies
وَاللَيلُwhile the night مُنخَرِقُtorn open in القَميصِits shirt عَنِto reveal الضُحىthe morning
وَاللَيلُ مُنخَرِقُ القَميصِ عَنِ الضُحى
قَدindeed كِدتُI nearly أَرقَعُهُpatch it بِنَقعِwith the dust of حِصانيmy stallion
قَد كِدتُ أَرقَعُهُ بِنَقعِ حِصاني
While night's shirt was torn open to reveal the morning,
And the night tearing its shirt from the dawn
I nearly patched it with my stallion's dust.
I almost mended it with the striking of my horse
وَكَأَنَّand as though أَنجُمَهُits stars وُجوهُthe faces of خَرائِدٍsecluded maidens
وَكَأَنَّ أَنجُمَهُ وُجوهُ خَرائِدٍ
سُتِرَتwere veiled مِنَagainst القَصطالِthe thick dust بِالأَردانِwith sleeves
سُتِرَت مِنَ القَصطالِ بِالأَردانِ
Its stars seemed the faces of secluded maidens,
And its stars appear to be the faces of warriors
veiled with sleeves against the thick dust.
Veiled by helmets with chin straps
وَخَرَجتُand I emerged عَنfrom أَعجازِهِits hindmost parts مِنfrom بَعدِafter ماwhat
وَخَرَجتُ عَن أَعجازِهِ مِن بَعدِ ما
جَذَبَtugged النُعاسُdrowsiness عَمائِمَthe turbans of الرُكبانِthe riders
جَذَبَ النُعاسُ عَمائِمَ الرُكبانِ
And I emerged from its hindmost reaches, after
And I emerged at the rear of their ranks after
drowsiness had tugged at the riders' turbans.
Drowsiness had seized the turbans of the riders
فيin مَهمَهٍa trackless waste صَقَلَpolished المُحولُdrought مُتونَهُits ridges
في مَهمَهٍ صَقَلَ المُحولُ مُتونَهُ
لَمnot يَصدَrust قَطُّever بَوابِلٍby a heavy rain هَتّانِpouring
لَم يَصدَ قَطُّ بَوابِلٍ هَتّانِ
In a trackless waste whose ridges drought had polished,
In a skirmish, the expert polished its blades
never once rusted by a heavy, pouring rain.
It never desisted from abundant showers of blows
أَرضٌa land حَصانٌchaste مِنfrom مُلامَسَةِthe touch of الحَياrain
أَرضٌ حَصانٌ مِن مُلامَسَةِ الحَيا
وَالأَرضُand the land تَحمَدُis praised مِنهُthrough it غَيرَnot حَصانِchaste
وَالأَرضُ تَحمَدُ مِنهُ غَيرَ حَصانِ
A land chaste from the touch of rain,
A land is a horse from the touch of life
though land is praised for being unchaste toward it.
And the land praises it unlike any horse
ثُمَّthen اِرتَمَتflung itself بِالغَيثِwith rain فيهِover it غَمامَةٌa cloud
ثُمَّ اِرتَمَت بِالغَيثِ فيهِ غَمامَةٌ
وَسَقَتand slaked غَليلَthe burning thirst of الجَدبِdrought بِالتَهتانِwith streaming showers
وَسَقَت غَليلَ الجَدبِ بِالتَهتانِ
Then a cloud flung itself over it with rain,
Then with the rain a small cloud drizzled over it
and slaked drought's burning thirst with streaming showers.
And quenched the thirst of barrenness with sprinkling
فَطَوىso folded away الحَياthe rain بُردَthe cloak of النُحولِgauntness وَنَشَّرَتand unfurled
فَطَوى الحَيا بُردَ النُحولِ وَنَشَّرَت
رِمَمُthe dead remains of الصَعيدِthe earth غَدائِرَthe tresses of الأَغصانِthe branches
رِمَمُ الصَعيدِ غَدائِرَ الأَغصانِ
So rain folded up the cloak of gauntness, and
So the live folded the coolness of emaciation and blossomed
the earth's dead remains unfurled the branches' tresses.
The rags of the plain below the branches
وَكَأَنَّand as though أَنفاسَthe breaths of الصِباthe east wind فيin حُجرِهاits lap
وَكَأَنَّ أَنفاسَ الصِبا في حُجرِها
يَسفَحنَshed دَمعَthe tears of المُزنِthe rain-clouds فيinto الحُجرانِthe hollows
يَسفَحنَ دَمعَ المُزنِ في الحُجرانِ
As though the east wind's breaths within its lap
And it seemed the breaths of the morning breeze in its embrace
were shedding the rain-clouds' tears into the hollows.
Spill tears of sorrow into the ponds
دَمعاًtears إِذاwhen ماever (emphasis) فاضَoverflowed صَوَّرَfashioned أَعيُناًeyes
دَمعاً إِذا ما فاضَ صَوَّرَ أَعيُناً
حَيثُwhere اِستَقَرَّsettled بِهِin it مِنَamong الغُدرانِthe pools
حَيثُ اِستَقَرَّ بِهِ مِنَ الغُدرانِ
Tears that, whenever they overflowed, fashioned eyes
A tear, when it overflowed, depicted eyes
in the pools wherever they came to rest.
Where it settled among the betrayals
وَتُريكَand shows you مِنfrom أَوراقِهِنَّtheir leaves أَهِلَّةًcrescents
وَتُريكَ مِن أَوراقِهِنَّ أَهِلَّةً
تَحتَbeneath الغَزالَةِthe sun شُرَّدَfleeing الغِزلانِthe gazelles
تَحتَ الغَزالَةِ شُرَّدَ الغِزلانِ
And from their leaves it shows you crescents:
And you see among its leaves does roaming
beneath the sun, the fleeing gazelles.
Below the gazelle the fawns scattered
وَلَكَمand how often عَقَدتُI bound عُرّىthe bonds of الخِطابِdiscourse بِخُطبَةٍwith a speech
وَلَكَم عَقَدتُ عُرّى الخِطابِ بِخُطبَةٍ
حَلَّتuntied بِفَيصَلِهاwith its decisive force عُرىthe knots of الحِدثانِthe vicissitudes of fate
حَلَّت بِفَيصَلِها عُرى الحِدثانِ
How often have I bound the bonds of discourse with a speech
And how many knots of rhetoric have I tied with a sermon
that, by its decisive force, untied the knots of fate.
Which untied by its decisiveness the knots of events
ليI have هِمَّةٌan ambition أَقطَعنَهاI shall surely allot to it قِصَدَthe splinters of القَناthe spears
لي هِمَّةٌ أَقطَعنَها قِصَدَ القَنا
فيin قَصدِpursuit of يَومَيthe two days of مَعرَكٍbattle وَرِهانِand racing
في قَصدِ يَومَي مَعرَكٍ وَرِهانِ
I have an ambition I shall surely endow with spear-splinters,
I have an ambition I have set out to meet at the spearheads
in pursuit of the two days of battle and racing.
In pursuit of a day of struggle and wager
لَوif حارَبَتit waged war on أُفقَthe vault of السَماءِheaven لِفَرَّقَتit would surely separate
لَو حارَبَت أُفقَ السَماءِ لِفَرَّقَت
بَينَbetween الثُرَيّاthe Pleiades فيهِin it وَالدَبَرانِand Aldebaran
بَينَ الثُرَيّا فيهِ وَالدَبَرانِ
Were it to wage war on the vault of heaven, it would part
If it fought the horizon of the sky it would separate
the Pleiades there from Aldebaran.
Between the Pleiades in it and the tail of Scorpio
عُنوانُthe sign of بِأَسيmy might أَنthat يَصولَcharges مُهَنَّديmy Indian sword
عُنوانُ بِأَسي أَن يَصولَ مُهَنَّدي
وَرَدىand the doom of عَدُوّيmy enemy أَنthat يَطولَgrows long لِسانيmy tongue
وَرَدى عَدُوّي أَن يَطولَ لِساني
The mark of my might is my Indian sword's assault,
The title of my heroism is that my song rants
and my enemy's doom is my tongue's long reach.
And the shame of my enemy is that my tongue is long
لاdo not تَجمَعَنّيbring me together وَالزَمانَand Time فَإِنَّهُfor it
لا تَجمَعَنّي وَالزَمانَ فَإِنَّهُ
عَودٌan old camel يَحُكُّrubs جِرانَهُthe underside of its neck بِجِرانيagainst my neck
عَودٌ يَحُكُّ جِرانَهُ بِجِراني
Do not set me beside Time, for it is
Do not join me with time, for it
an old camel rubbing its neck against my own.
Is a rod that scratches its pair with its pair
إِنّيindeed I لَأَلحَظُsurely glance at ذاthis الأَنامَmankind مُجانِباًkeeping aloof
إِنّي لَأَلحَظُ ذا الأَنامَ مُجانِباً
عَنfrom مُقلَةٍan eye وَحشِيَةِwild in الإِنسانِthe pupil
عَن مُقلَةٍ وَحشِيَةِ الإِنسانِ
Indeed, I eye these mortals while keeping aloof,
I observe this world shunning
with an eye whose pupil is untamed.
An abode and the desolation of mankind
أَسطوI strike بِجَأشِwith the courage of فَتىًa youth يُفَرِّقُscatters سَيفُهُhis sword
أَسطو بِجَأشِ فَتىً يُفَرِّقُ سَيفُهُ
جَيشَthe army of الحِمامِDeath إِذاwhen التَقىmeet الجَمعانِthe two hosts
جَيشَ الحِمامِ إِذا التَقى الجَمعانِ
I strike with the courage of a youth whose sword scatters
I pace with the fervor of a knight whose sword
the army of Death when the two hosts meet.
Splits the flock of doves when the groups meet
مِنfrom آلِthe house of عَدنانَAdnan الَّذينَthose whom كَفاهُمُsufficed them
مِن آلِ عَدنانَ الَّذينَ كَفاهُمُ
أَنَّthat اِبنَthe son of موسىMusa مِنamong بَنيthe sons of عَدنانِAdnan
أَنَّ اِبنَ موسى مِن بَني عَدنانِ
From the house of Adnan, for whom it is enough
Of the kin of Adnan whom it sufficed
that the son of Musa is among the sons of Adnan.
That the son of Moses is from the sons of Adnan
النازِلينَthose who dismount إِذاwhen تَقارَعَتِclash القَناthe spears
النازِلينَ إِذا تَقارَعَتِ القَنا
وَالبيضُand the white blades خارِجَةٌemerging عَنِfrom الأَجفانِthe sheaths
وَالبيضُ خارِجَةٌ عَنِ الأَجفانِ
Those who dismount when the spears clash,
Descending when the spears collide
and white blades emerge from their sheaths.
And the whites of their eyes burst from their eyelids
يَحشونَthey fill أَحشاءَthe bellies of الوِفاضِthe quivers إِذاwhen هُمُthey اِحstart of 'girded themselves'
يَحشونَ أَحشاءَ الوِفاضِ إِذا هُمُ اِح
تَزَمواend of 'girded themselves' بِفَضلِwith the surplus of ذَوائِبِthe locks of الشُجعانِthe brave
تَزَموا بِفَضلِ ذَوائِبِ الشُجعانِ
They fill the bellies of their quivers whenever they
Cramming the mouths of valleys when they are aroused
gird themselves with the surplus locks of the brave.
United by the excellence of the brave
لَبِسواthey donned العَمائِمَthe turbans مُذsince رَأواthey saw أَسيافَهُمtheir swords
لَبِسوا العَمائِمَ مُذ رَأوا أَسيافَهُم
أَبَداًforever تُذِلُّhumble مَعاقِدَthe seats of التيجانِthe crowns
أَبَداً تُذِلُّ مَعاقِدَ التيجانِ
They donned turbans once they saw their swords
They wore turbans after they saw their swords
forever humbling the seats of crowns.
Will ever humiliate the crowns of kings
يَإِذاwhen الحُسَينُal-Husayn دَعاهُمُsummoned them بِجِيادِهِمwith their steeds
يَإِذا الحُسَينُ دَعاهُمُ بِجِيادِهِم
حُشِدَتwere mustered إِلَيهِto him مُصِرَّةَholding taut الآذانِthe ears
حُشِدَت إِلَيهِ مُصِرَّةَ الآذانِ
When al-Husayn summoned them with their steeds,
Whenever Hussein called them with his steeds
they were mustered to him, their ears held taut.
Their ears were crowded in obedience to him
مُتَواتِراتٍin quick succession فيin الطُلوعِcoming forth مُغيرَةًcharging
مُتَواتِراتٍ في الطُلوعِ مُغيرَةً
لَفظَspitting out السَواغِبِthe hungry مِنof نَوىdate-stones قُرّانِQurran
لَفظَ السَواغِبِ مِن نَوى قُرّانِ
Coming forth in quick succession, charging
Frequent in rising, transforming,
like the hungry spitting out Qurran's date-stones.
The words of eloquence from honest resolutions
لَيثٌa lion بِهِthrough him سَفَكَshed الطَعانُspear-thrusting دَمَthe blood of القَناthe spears
لَيثٌ بِهِ سَفَكَ الطَعانُ دَمَ القَنا
بِدِماءِwith the blood of أَهلِthe people of الشِركِidolatry وَالطُغيانُand tyranny
بِدِماءِ أَهلِ الشِركِ وَالطُغيانُ
A lion through whom spear-thrusts shed the spears' blood
A lion through whom the spears shed the blood of spears
with the blood of the people of idolatry and tyranny.
With the blood of the people of polytheism and oppression
لَمّاwhen فَزِعنَthey feared مِنَfrom التَحَطُّمِshattering فيin الطُلىthe throats
لَمّا فَزِعنَ مِنَ التَحَطُّمِ في الطُلى
جَعَلَhe made القُلوبَthe hearts تَمائِمَthe amulets of الخِرصانِthe spearheads
جَعَلَ القُلوبَ تَمائِمَ الخِرصانِ
When they feared shattering in throats,
When they were terrified by the breaking in the assaults
he made hearts into amulets for the spearheads.
He made hearts the amulets of breastplates
لَولاهُwere it not for him ماnot طُبِعَتwere forged ظُبىًsword-edges لَتَقارُعٍfor clashing
لَولاهُ ما طُبِعَت ظُبىً لَتَقارُعٍ
أَبَداًever وَلاnor قُطِعَتwere cut قَناًspears لِطِعانِfor thrusting
أَبَداً وَلا قُطِعَت قَناً لِطِعانِ
Without him, no sword-edges would have been forged for clashing,
Were it not for him, the wolf would not be imprinted for contention
ever, nor spears cut for thrusting.
Nor would the spear be cut off for a stabber
لِلَّهِto God يَومُكَyour day فيat غُوَيثٍGhuwayth إِنَّهُindeed it
لِلَّهِ يَومُكَ في غُوَيثٍ إِنَّهُ
يَومٌa day بِهِon it يُشجىare grieved بَنوthe sons of غَيلانِGhaylan
يَومٌ بِهِ يُشجى بَنو غَيلانِ
How splendid was your day at Ghuwayth! It was
By God, your day at Ghadir, it is a day
a day that brings grief to the sons of Ghaylan.
In which the sons of Ghaylan are enflamed
بِالحِصنِat the fortress إِذwhen دَعَتِsummoned القَناthe spears خِرصانَهاtheir spearheads
بِالحِصنِ إِذ دَعَتِ القَنا خِرصانَها
وَتَحَصَّنَتand took refuge فيwithin أَنفُسِthe bodies of الفُرسانِthe horsemen
وَتَحَصَّنَت في أَنفُسِ الفُرسانِ
At the fortress, when the spears summoned their heads
With the fortress, when the spears summoned their breastplates
and took refuge within the horsemen's bodies.
And took refuge in the souls of the horsemen
غاضَتebbed مِياهُthe waters of وُجوهِهِمtheir faces خَوفَfor fear of الرَدىdeath
غاضَت مِياهُ وُجوهِهِم خَوفَ الرَدى
فَكَأَنَّهاso as though it فاضَتoverflowed إِلىinto الأَجفانِthe eyelids
فَكَأَنَّها فاضَت إِلى الأَجفانِ
The moisture of their faces ebbed for fear of death,
The waters of their faces diminished in fear of devastation
so it was as though it had flooded into their eyelids.
So it was as if they spilled into the eyelids
صَبَّحتَهُمyou attacked them at dawn بِيَدٍwith a hand تُطَوِّحُwhirling بِالظُبىthe sword-edges
صَبَّحتَهُم بِيَدٍ تُطَوِّحُ بِالظُبى
وَيَدٍand a hand تَدُقُّdrives in عَوالِيَthe points of المُرّانِthe ashwood spears
وَيَدٍ تَدُقُّ عَوالِيَ المُرّانِ
You fell upon them at dawn with a hand whirling sword-edges,
You woke them with a hand that topples with the wolves
and a hand driving in the points of ashwood spears.
And a hand that pounds on the tops of lances
لُدناًsupple تَهُزُّshake طَعينَهاthe man they pierce فَتَخالُهُso you think him
لُدناً تَهُزُّ طَعينَها فَتَخالُهُ
فيamid الطَعنِthe thrusting وَثّاباًleaping إِلىtoward الأَقرانِthe opponents
في الطَعنِ وَثّاباً إِلى الأَقرانِ
Supple, they shake the man they pierce, till you think him,
Sinewy, shaking its blade, taking it
amid the thrusting, leaping toward his opponents.
In stabbing, and recurrent to the kinsmen
قَطَّعتَyou cut short أَنفاسَthe breaths of الحِمامِDeath بِجَريِهاby their racing
قَطَّعتَ أَنفاسَ الحِمامِ بِجَريِها
حَتّىuntil كَباhe stumbled فيamong الهامِthe heads وَالأَبدانِand the bodies
حَتّى كَبا في الهامِ وَالأَبدانِ
You cut Death's breath short by their racing,
You cut off the breaths of the doves in its course
until he stumbled among heads and bodies.
Until they fell into madness and bodies
فَكَأَنَّماso as though الأَرماحُthe spears ضَلَّتlost their way فيin الوَغىbattle
فَكَأَنَّما الأَرماحُ ضَلَّت في الوَغى
حَتّىuntil اِنثَنَتthey turned back تَستافُsniffing out كُلَّevery جَنانِheart
حَتّى اِنثَنَت تَستافُ كُلَّ جَنانِ
As though the spears had lost their way in battle,
As if the spears went astray in the fray
until they turned back, sniffing out every heart.
Until they bent, dodging every wing
وَالخَيلُand the horses تَعثُرُبَينَstumble among أَطرافِthe tips of القَناthe spears
وَالخَيلُ تَعثُرُبَينَ أَطرافِ القَنا
مَصبوغَةًstained بِدَمِwith the blood of القُلوبِthe hearts الآنيscalding
مَصبوغَةً بِدَمِ القُلوبِ الآني
And the horses stumble among the spearpoints,
And the horses stumbling between the tips of the spears
stained with the hearts' scalding blood.
Dyed with the blood of sincere hearts
سَتَرَcovered السِهامُthe arrows فُروجَهاtheir exposed parts فَكَأَنَّماso as though اِدstart of 'put on armor'
سَتَرَ السِهامُ فُروجَها فَكَأَنَّما اِد
دَرَعَتend of 'put on armor' إِلَيكَtoward you مَدارِعَthe tunics of الظِلمانِthe male ostriches
دَرَعَت إِلَيكَ مَدارِعَ الظِلمانِ
Arrows covered their exposed parts, as though they had
The arrows concealed their feathers so it was as if
put on ostrich tunics to face you.
They armed themselves for you with the darkness of night
لَوif أَنَّthat أَنفاسَthe breaths of الرِياحِthe winds تَصاعَدَتrose
لَو أَنَّ أَنفاسَ الرِياحِ تَصاعَدَت
فيin نَقعِهاtheir dust طارَتflew مَعَwith العِقبانِthe eagles
في نَقعِها طارَت مَعَ العِقبانِ
Had the breaths of the winds risen
If the breaths of the winds rose
in their dust, they would have flown with the eagles.
In its pounding, they would have flown with the vultures
خُضتَyou waded through الظَلامَthe darkness إِلَيهِمُtoward them بِسَنابِكٍwith hooves
خُضتَ الظَلامَ إِلَيهِمُ بِسَنابِكٍ
خاضَتwaded through قُلوبَthe hearts of مَواقِدِthe hearths of النيرانِfires
خاضَت قُلوبَ مَواقِدِ النيرانِ
You waded through the darkness toward them on hooves
You penetrated the darkness toward them with columns
that had waded through the hearts of fiery hearths.
That probed the hearts of the fires
وَفَرَيتَand you slashed وَفرَةَthe thick tresses of لَيلِهِمtheir night بِصَوارِمِwith keen swords
وَفَرَيتَ وَفرَةَ لَيلِهِم بِصَوارِمِ
وَصَلَتjoined عُرىthe links of الإِصباحِdaybreak بِاللَمَعانِwith flashing
وَصَلَت عُرى الإِصباحِ بِاللَمَعانِ
And you slashed their night's thick tresses with keen swords
And you frightened them an awful fright in their night with swords
that joined the links of dawn with their flashes.
And joined the bonds of dawn with flashes
حَسَرَdrew back الدُجىthe darkness فَنَصَبتَthen you set up أَعناقَthe necks of العِداthe enemies
حَسَرَ الدُجى فَنَصَبتَ أَعناقَ العِدا
قُبَلاًas targets لِنَيلِfor the reach of رَواكِعِbent bows الشَريانِsharyan wood
قُبَلاً لِنَيلِ رَواكِعِ الشَريانِ
Darkness drew back, and you set the enemies' necks
The darkness submitted and you set up the necks of the enemies
as targets for the reach of bent sharyan bows.
Facing the attainment of subjugated ones
فَتَرَكتَهُمso you left them صَرعىslain بِكُلِّin every مَفازَةٍwilderness
فَتَرَكتَهُم صَرعى بِكُلِّ مَفازَةٍ
وَكَأَنَّماand as though صُعِقواthey were thunderstruck عَلىupon الأَذقانِthe chins
وَكَأَنَّما صُعِقوا عَلى الأَذقانِ
So you left them slain in every wilderness,
So you left them lifeless in every desolate place
as though fallen thunderstruck upon their chins.
And it was as if they were thunderstruck on the chins
تُخفيconceal النُسورُthe vultures بِزَفِّهاwith their plumage أَجسادَهُمtheir bodies
تُخفي النُسورُ بِزَفِّها أَجسادَهُم
عَنfrom ناظِرِthe gaze of الرَيبالِthe lion وَالسِرحانِand the wolf
عَن ناظِرِ الرَيبالِ وَالسِرحانِ
Vultures conceal their bodies with their plumage
The eagles hide their bodies with their descent
from the gaze of lion and wolf.
From the sights of the fox and the falcon
نَبَثَتdug into مَناسِرُهاtheir beaks الجِراحَthe wounds كَأَنَّهاas though they
نَبَثَت مَناسِرُها الجِراحَ كَأَنَّها
بِالنَبثِby digging تَسبُرُprobe the depth of وَقعَthe stroke of كُلِّevery سِنانِspearpoint
بِالنَبثِ تَسبُرُ وَقعَ كُلِّ سِنانِ
Their beaks dug into the wounds, as though
Their claws ripped open the wounds as if
by digging, they measured each spearpoint's stroke.
With ripping they probe the impact of every fang
حَتّىuntil رَجَعتَyou returned بِفِتيَةٍwith young warriors قَصَفواshattered القَناthe spears
حَتّى رَجَعتَ بِفِتيَةٍ قَصَفوا القَنا
وَرَمَواand shot بِكُلِّwith every حَنِيَّةٍbow مِرنانِresounding
وَرَمَوا بِكُلِّ حَنِيَّةٍ مِرنانِ
Until you returned with young warriors who had shattered spears
Until you returned with youths who pulverized the spears
and shot with every resounding bow.
And threw with every skillful flexible sword
لَوif أَمكَنواthey were able وَصَلواthey would join بِكُلِّto every مُثَقَّفٍstraightened spear
لَو أَمكَنوا وَصَلوا بِكُلِّ مُثَقَّفٍ
يَسِمُbrands الطُلىthe throats فيin الطَعنِthe thrusting كُلَّevery بَنانِfinger
يَسِمُ الطُلى في الطَعنِ كُلَّ بَنانِ
Had they been able, they would have joined to every straightened spear—
If they were able and reached every cultivated one
one that brands throats in the thrusting—every finger.
Who in stabbing poisons every bane
أُسدٌlions بَرىpared away الإِسادُhard riding نَحضَthe flesh of جِيادِهِمtheir steeds
أُسدٌ بَرى الإِسادُ نَحضَ جِيادِهِم
بِالكَرِّthrough charging وَالتَضرابِand repeated striking وَالتَطعانِand repeated thrusting
بِالكَرِّ وَالتَضرابِ وَالتَطعانِ
Lions whose hard riding pared the flesh of their steeds,
A lion whom the lions copied, their steeds
through charges, repeated blows, and spear-thrusts.
Incited with attack, strike, and stab
لَوif عُقِّدَتthey were knotted بَعضاًsome بِبَعضٍto others فيduring السُرىthe night march
لَو عُقِّدَت بَعضاً بِبَعضٍ في السُرى
كانَتthey would be لَهُfor it بَدَلاًa substitute مِنَfor الأَرسانِthe halters
كانَت لَهُ بَدَلاً مِنَ الأَرسانِ
Had they been knotted one to another in the night march,
If they were tied together in the battle
they would have served it in place of halters.
They would be for him a replacement for citadels
يَهنيgladdens بَنيthe sons of عَدنانَAdnan وَقعَتُكَyour battle الَّتيwhich
يَهني بَني عَدنانَ وَقعَتُكَ الَّتي
جَذَبَتlifted بِضَبعِby the upper arm of الدينِreligion وَالإيمانِand faith
جَذَبَت بِضَبعِ الدينِ وَالإيمانِ
Your battle gladdens the sons of Adnan, the battle that
Your event, O son of Adnan, which
lifted religion and faith by the arm.
Pulled with the wolf of religion and faith
لَوif لَمnot تُحَلَّwere unbound طُلىthe necks of الأَعاديthe enemies عَقَّدواthey would have knotted
لَو لَم تُحَلَّ طُلى الأَعادي عَقَّدوا
بِعُرىwith the bonds of القُلوبِthe hearts سَبائِبَthe fringes of الأَحزانِsorrows
بِعُرى القُلوبِ سَبائِبَ الأَحزانِ
Had the enemies' necks not been unbound, they would have knotted
If the cutting blades of the enemies were not loosened they would have tied
the fringes of sorrow with the bonds of hearts.
With the bonds of hearts the saddlebags of sorrows
قُدهاlead her فَغُرَّتُهاfor her forehead-blaze مِنَfrom الكَلِمِwords الجَنيfresh-picked
قُدها فَغُرَّتُها مِنَ الكَلِمِ الجَني
وَحُجولُهاand her white leg-markings مِنfrom صَنعَةٍartistry وَمَعانِand meanings
وَحُجولُها مِن صَنعَةٍ وَمَعانِ
Lead her, for her blaze is fashioned from fresh-picked words,
Its string was tied so its knots were from honest speech
and her white stockings from artistry and meanings.
And its bags were from a craft and meanings
هِيَshe نُطفَةٌa drop of water رَقرَقتُهاI made it shimmer مِنfrom خاطِريmy mind
هِيَ نُطفَةٌ رَقرَقتُها مِن خاطِري
بَيضاءُwhite تَنقَعُquenches غُلَّةَthe burning thirst of الظَمآنِthe thirsty one
بَيضاءُ تَنقَعُ غُلَّةَ الظَمآنِ
She is a drop I drew shimmering from my mind,
It is a seed I speckled it from my conscience
white, quenching the thirsty one's burning thirst.
White oozing the thickness of thirst
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.