وَكَمand how many لاقَيتُI have faced ذاone with نَجَبٍhide شَديدٍtough
وَكَم لاقَيتُ ذا نَجَبٍ شَديدٍ
تَسيلُflows بِهِbecause of him النُفوسُthe lifeblood عَلىover الصُدورِthe chests
تَسيلُ بِهِ النُفوسُ عَلى الصُدورِ
How many a man of noble mettle, formidable, have I faced—
And how many a man of tough hide I have faced,
at whose hand souls spill forth over breasts—
At whose hands lifeblood flows over chests!
إِذاwhen الحَربُwar العَوانُseasoned by repeated fighting بِهِwith him اِستَهامَتbecame enamored
إِذا الحَربُ العَوانُ بِهِ اِستَهامَت
وَجالَand he wheeled about فَذاكَthen that يَومُa day قَمطَريرُgrim and dreadful
وَجالَ فَذاكَ يَومُ قَمطَريرُ
when battle, seasoned and fierce, grew mad for him
When seasoned war falls madly in love with him,
and he wheeled through the fray: that is a grim and lowering day.
And he wheels about—then that is a grim day.
