اِسمَعhear ثَنائيmy praise فَإِنّيfor I لَستُam not مُمتَدِحاًone who praises
اِسمَع ثَنائي فَإِنّي لَستُ مُمتَدِحاً
إِلّاexcept اِمرَأًa man مِنfrom يَدَيهِhis two hands الخَيرُgood يُنتَظَرُis expected
إِلّا اِمرَأً مِن يَدَيهِ الخَيرُ يُنتَظَرُ
Hear my praise, for I praise no one
Hear my praise, for I do not flatter
Except a man from whose hands good is expected.
Except a man from whom good is expected
وَأَنتَand you ذاكَthat one الَّذيwho تُرجاare hoped for نَوافِلُهُhis gifts
وَأَنتَ ذاكَ الَّذي تُرجا نَوافِلُهُ
عِندَduring الشِتاءِwinter إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle دوخِلَwas fitted together الحَجَرُstone
عِندَ الشِتاءِ إِذا ما دوخِلَ الحَجَرُ
And you are the one whose gifts are hoped for
And you are the one whose supererogations are hoped for
In winter, when stones are fitted together.
In winter, when the homes are entered
وَكَمand how many نَماكَbegot you مِنَamong الآباءِthe forefathers مِنof مَلِكٍa king
وَكَم نَماكَ مِنَ الآباءِ مِن مَلِكٍ
بِهِthrough him لِذُبيانَfor Dhubyan كانَwas الوِردُthe coming to water وَالصَدَرُand the departure from water
بِهِ لِذُبيانَ كانَ الوِردُ وَالصَدَرُ
How many a king among your forefathers begot you,
And how many kings of fathers raised you
Through whom Dhubyan came to water and departed.
With it, the roses and chests were for the young men
ياO اِبنَيtwo sons of سُكَينٍSukayn إِذاwhen مَدَّتstretched out حِبالُهُماtheir ropes
يا اِبنَي سُكَينٍ إِذا مَدَّت حِبالُهُما
حَبلَينِtwo ropes ماnot فيهِماin either of them ضَعفٌweakness وَلاnor قِصَرُshortness
حَبلَينِ ما فيهِما ضَعفٌ وَلا قِصَرُ
O two sons of Sukayn, when their ropes are stretched—
O son of Sukayn, when their two ropes are extended
Two ropes with neither weakness nor shortness,
Two ropes in which there is no weakness or shortness
حَبلَينِtwo ropes طالاboth surpassed حِبالَthe ropes of الناسِthe people قَدalready بَلَغاboth reached
حَبلَينِ طالا حِبالَ الناسِ قَد بَلَغا
حَيثُwhere اِنتَهىreached its limit مِنin سَماءِthe sky of الناظِرِthe beholder النَظَرُthe gaze
حَيثُ اِنتَهى مِن سَماءِ الناظِرِ النَظَرُ
Two ropes surpassing men's ropes, which have reached
Two long ropes beyond the ropes of people, they have reached
Where the beholder's gaze ends in the sky.
Where the sight of the beholder ended
ياO اِبنَيtwo sons of كَريمَيthe two nobles of بَنيthe sons of ذُبيانَDhubyan إِنَّindeed يَداًa hand
يا اِبنَي كَريمَي بَني ذُبيانَ إِنَّ يَداً
عَلَيَّbestowed on me خَيرُthe best يَدٍhand لِلدَهرِagainst hard times تُدَّخَرُis stored
عَلَيَّ خَيرُ يَدٍ لِلدَهرِ تُدَّخَرُ
O sons of the two nobles of Banu Dhubyan, indeed a hand
O two generous sons, sons of Dhubyan, indeed a hand
Extended to me is the best hand stored against hard times.
Upon me, the best hand for fate preserved
أَنتَyou رَجائيmy hope بِأَرضيin my land إِنَّنيindeed I فَرِقٌafraid
أَنتَ رَجائي بِأَرضي إِنَّني فَرِقٌ
مِنof واسِطٍWasit وَالَّذيand what نَلقاهُwe encounter it نَنتَظِرُwe await
مِن واسِطٍ وَالَّذي نَلقاهُ نَنتَظِرُ
You are my hope in my land; I am afraid
You are my hope for my land, I am anxious
Of Wasit, and we await what we shall face.
From Wasit, and that which we encountered, we await
وَماand not فَرِقتُI feared وَقَدthough indeed كانَتwere مَحاضِرُناour encampments
وَما فَرِقتُ وَقَد كانَت مَحاضِرُنا
مِنهاfrom it قَريباًnear حِذاريmy dread وِردَهاentering it هَجَرُHajar
مِنها قَريباً حِذاري وِردَها هَجَرُ
Nor did I fear—though our encampments were
And I did not separate while our dwellings
Near it—Hajar as I dread entering Wasit.
Were near, beware its return estranged
اِسأَلask زِياداًZiyad أَلَمdid not تَرجِعreturn رَواحِلُناour riding camels
اِسأَل زِياداً أَلَم تَرجِع رَواحِلُنا
وَنَخلُand the date palms of أَفأَنَّAfʾan (uncertain reading) مِنّيfrom me بُعدُهُits distance نَظَرُa gaze's reach
وَنَخلُ أَفأَنَّ مِنّي بُعدُهُ نَظَرُ
Ask Ziyad: did our riding camels not return,
Ask Ziyad, did not our she-camels return
With Afʾan's palms a glance away from me?
And the palm trees of Afann, did their distance from me end