مَدَّت إِلَيَّ الحادِثاتُ باعَها

مَدَّت إِلَيَّ الحادِثاتُ باعَها

وَحارَبَتني فَرَأَت ما راعَها

وَحارَبَتني فَرَأَت ما راعَها

Calamities stretched their arms toward me,

The times have extended their reach to me

and fought me, then saw what terrified them.

And fought against me, and saw what alarmed them

يا حادِثاتِ الدَهرِ قُرّي وَاِهجَعي

يا حادِثاتِ الدَهرِ قُرّي وَاِهجَعي

فَهِمَّتي قَد كَشَفَت قِناعَها

فَهِمَّتي قَد كَشَفَت قِناعَها

O calamities of time, be still and sleep;

O times of fate, rest and retire

for my resolve has lifted its veil.

For my resolve has uncovered their masks

ما دُستُ في أَرضِ العُداةِ غُدوَةً

ما دُستُ في أَرضِ العُداةِ غُدوَةً

إِلّا سَقى سَيلُ الدِما بِقاعَها

إِلّا سَقى سَيلُ الدِما بِقاعَها

Never have I trodden the enemies' land at dawn

I did not tread the land of enemies at dawn

without a torrent of blood watering its ground.

Except the torrent of blood watered its expanse

وَيلٌ لِشَيبانٍ إِذا صَبَّحتُها

وَيلٌ لِشَيبانٍ إِذا صَبَّحتُها

وَأَرسَلَت بيضُ الظُبى شُعاعَها

وَأَرسَلَت بيضُ الظُبى شُعاعَها

Woe to Shayban when I raid them at dawn,

Woe to gray hair when I wake it up

and gleaming sword-edges cast forth their rays,

And the eggs of darkness send out their rays

وَخاضَ رُمحي في حَشاها وَغَدا

وَخاضَ رُمحي في حَشاها وَغَدا

يَشُكُّ مَع دُروعِها أَضلاعَها

يَشُكُّ مَع دُروعِها أَضلاعَها

and my spear plunges into their entrails and goes on

My spear plunged into their midst and marched on

piercing their ribs along with their armor,

Shattering their ribs along with their armor

وَأَصبَحَت نِساؤُها نَوادِباً

وَأَصبَحَت نِساؤُها نَوادِباً

عَلى رِجالٍ تَشتَكي نِزاعَها

عَلى رِجالٍ تَشتَكي نِزاعَها

and their women become mourners

And their women became keeners

over men, bewailing their yearning.

For men whose quarreling they complain of

وَحَرُّ أَنفاسي إِذا ما قابَلَت

وَحَرُّ أَنفاسي إِذا ما قابَلَت

يَومَ الفِراقِ صَخرَةً أَماعَها

يَومَ الفِراقِ صَخرَةً أَماعَها

And the heat of my breaths, if ever they met

Hot is my breath when it meets

a rock on the day of parting, would melt it.

On the day we part, a boulder blocking its path

يا عَبلَ كَم تَنعَقُ غِربانُ الفَلا

يا عَبلَ كَم تَنعَقُ غِربانُ الفَلا

قَد مَلَّ قَلبي في الدُجى سَماعَها

قَد مَلَّ قَلبي في الدُجى سَماعَها

O Abla, how often the ravens of the wilderness caw!

O nights, how the ravens of separation croak

My heart has grown weary of hearing them in the darkness.

My heart is tired of hearing them in the darkness

فارَقتُ أَطلالاً وَفيها عُصبَةٌ

فارَقتُ أَطلالاً وَفيها عُصبَةٌ

قَد قَطَّعَت مِن صُحبَتي أَطماعَها

قَد قَطَّعَت مِن صُحبَتي أَطماعَها

I left ruins, and in them was a band

I left ruins wherein is a band

that had abandoned its hopes of my companionship.

That has cut off from my company its hopes