سَليAsk ياO اِبنَةَdaughter of العَبسِيِّthe man of Abs رُمحيmy spear وَصارِميand my keen sword
سَلي يا اِبنَةَ العَبسِيِّ رُمحي وَصارِمي
وَماand what فَعَلاthey both did فيon يَومِthe day of حَربِwar against الأَعاجِمِthe non-Arabs
وَما فَعَلا في يَومِ حَربِ الأَعاجِمِ
Ask, O daughter of the Absi, my spear and my keen sword,
What they both did on the day of war against the non-Arabs.
سَقَيتُهُماI gave them both drink وَالخَيلُand the horses تَعثُرُstumble بِالقَناover the spears
سَقَيتُهُما وَالخَيلُ تَعثُرُ بِالقَنا
دِماءَthe blood of العِداthe foes مَمزوجَةًmingled بِالعَلاقِمِwith bitter colocynth
دِماءَ العِدا مَمزوجَةً بِالعَلاقِمِ
I made them both drink, while horses stumbled over spears,
The blood of foes, mingled with bitter colocynth.
وَفَرَّقتُand I scattered جَيشاًan army كانَthere was فيin جَنَباتِهِits flanks
وَفَرَّقتُ جَيشاً كانَ في جَنَباتِهِ
دَمادِمُrumbles of رَعدٍthunder تَحتَbeneath بَرقِthe lightning of الصَوارِمِthe keen swords
دَمادِمُ رَعدٍ تَحتَ بَرقِ الصَوارِمِ
And I scattered an army in whose ranks
Were peals of thunder beneath the lightning of keen swords,
عَلىon مُهرَةٍa filly مَنسوبَةٍpedigreed عَرَبِيَّةٍArabian
عَلى مُهرَةٍ مَنسوبَةٍ عَرَبِيَّةٍ
تَطيرُshe flies إِذاwhen اِشتَدَّgrows fierce الوَغىthe battle بِالقَوائِمِon her legs
تَطيرُ إِذا اِشتَدَّ الوَغى بِالقَوائِمِ
On a pedigreed Arabian filly,
Who flies on her legs when battle grows fierce.
وَتَصهَلُand she neighs خَوفاًin fear وَالرِماحُand the spears قَواصِدٌaimed
وَتَصهَلُ خَوفاً وَالرِماحُ قَواصِدٌ
إِلَيهاat her وَتَنسَلُّand she slips away اِنسِلالَthe gliding of الأَراقِمِthe speckled snakes
إِلَيها وَتَنسَلُّ اِنسِلالَ الأَراقِمِ
And she neighs in fear while spears are aimed
At her, and she slips away with the glide of speckled snakes.
قَحَمتُI plunged بِهاwith her بَحرَthe sea of المَناياdeath فَحَمحَمَتthen she neighed softly
قَحَمتُ بِها بَحرَ المَنايا فَحَمحَمَت
وَقَدand already غَرِقَتshe had sunk فيin مَوجِهِits waves المُتَلاطِمِclashing together
وَقَد غَرِقَت في مَوجِهِ المُتَلاطِمِ
I plunged with her into the sea of death; then she gave a low neigh,
While she was submerged in its clashing waves.
وَكَمand many a فارِسٍhorseman ياO عَبلَAbla غادَرتُI left ثاوِياًlying low
وَكَم فارِسٍ يا عَبلَ غادَرتُ ثاوِياً
يَعَضُّhe bites عَلىon كَفَّيهِboth his hands عَضَّةَthe bite of نادِمِa remorseful man
يَعَضُّ عَلى كَفَّيهِ عَضَّةَ نادِمِ
And many a horseman, O Abla, I have left lying low,
Biting both his hands as a remorseful man does.
تُقَلِّبُهُturn him over وَحشُwild beasts of الفَلاthe wasteland وَتَنوشُهُand snatch at him
تُقَلِّبُهُ وَحشُ الفَلا وَتَنوشُهُ
مِنَfrom الجَوِّthe sky أَسرابُflocks of النُسورِthe vultures القَشاعِمِthe huge, aged ones
مِنَ الجَوِّ أَسرابُ النُسورِ القَشاعِمِ
Desert beasts turn him over, and he is snatched at
From the sky by flocks of great old vultures.
أُحِبُّI love بَنيthe sons of عَبسٍAbs وَلَوand even if هَدَرواthey deemed forfeit دَميmy blood
أُحِبُّ بَني عَبسٍ وَلَو هَدَروا دَمي
لِأَجلِكِfor your sake ياO بِنتَdaughter of السَراةِthe noble chiefs الأَكارِمِthe most generous
لِأَجلِكِ يا بِنتَ السَراةِ الأَكارِمِ
I love the sons of Abs, even if they deem my blood forfeit,
For your sake, O daughter of noble, generous chiefs.
وَأَحمِلُand I bear ثِقلَthe weight of الضَيمِoppression وَالضَيمُand oppression جائِرٌunjust
وَأَحمِلُ ثِقلَ الضَيمِ وَالضَيمُ جائِرٌ
وَأُظهِرُand I make it appear أَنّيthat I am ظالِمٌa wrongdoer وَاِبنُand the son of ظالِمِa wrongdoer
وَأُظهِرُ أَنّي ظالِمٌ وَاِبنُ ظالِمِ
And I bear the burden of oppression, though oppression is unjust,
And I present myself as a wrongdoer and a wrongdoer's son.
Translation model: Sol 6.1