رَحَلتُI saddled إِلىtoward عَبدِ‘Abd (servant of) الإِلَهِal-Ilah (God) مَطِيَّتيmy mount
رَحَلتُ إِلى عَبدِ الإِلَهِ مَطِيَّتي
تَجوبُtraverses الفَلاةَthe wilderness وَهيَand she is عَوجاءُbow-legged ضامِرُlean
تَجوبُ الفَلاةَ وَهيَ عَوجاءُ ضامِرُ
I saddled my mount for ‘Abd al-Ilah;
My she-camel carried me to the worshipper of God
She crosses the wilderness, bow-legged and lean.
Roaming the desert, lean and worn out
إِلىtoward اِبنِthe son of أَبيAbu (father of) النَضرِal-Nadr الكَريمِnoble فَعالُهُhis deeds
إِلى اِبنِ أَبي النَضرِ الكَريمِ فَعالُهُ
يُضِرُّharms بِهاher إِدلاجُهاher night travel وَالهَواجِرُand the midday heats
يُضِرُّ بِها إِدلاجُها وَالهَواجِرُ
Toward the son of Abu al-Nadr, whose deeds are noble;
To the generous son of Abi Nadhar
Her night journeys and the midday heats wear her down.
Her darkness and night journey exhaust her
إِلىtoward ماجِدِnoble in الأَعراقِlineage مَحضٍpure نِجارُهُhis stock
إِلى ماجِدِ الأَعراقِ مَحضٍ نِجارُهُ
نَماهُraised him إِلىto العَلياthe heights كُرَيزٌKurayz وَعامِرُand ‘Amir
نَماهُ إِلى العَليا كُرَيزٌ وَعامِرُ
Toward one of noble lineage, whose stock is pure;
To the glorious ancestor with pure carpentry
Kurayz and ‘Amir raised him to the heights.
Raised to the highest by al-Kuraiz and al-Aamir
تَوارىvanished نَدىthe bounty of مَنthose who ماتَdied غَيرَexcept اِبنِthe son of عامِرٍ‘Amir
تَوارى نَدى مَن ماتَ غَيرَ اِبنِ عامِرٍ
تَوارىhe passed from sight فَماbut not وارَتconcealed نَداهُhis bounty المَقابِرُthe graves
تَوارى فَما وارَت نَداهُ المَقابِرُ
The bounty of those who died vanished, except Ibn ‘Amir’s;
The dew of those who died has faded except for the son of Aamir
He passed from sight, but the graves did not conceal his bounty.
Their dew faded but his dew the graves could not hide
وَجَدَّتُكَand your grandmother البَيضاءُal-Bayda’ (the fair one) عَمَّةُpaternal aunt of خَيرِكُمthe best of you
وَجَدَّتُكَ البَيضاءُ عَمَّةُ خَيرِكُم
بَنِيِّsons of الهُدىguidance وَاللَهُand God بِالناسِwith mankind خابِرُwell acquainted
بَنِيِّ الهُدى وَاللَهُ بِالناسِ خابِرُ
And your grandmother al-Bayda’ is the paternal aunt of the best of you,
O aunt of the best of guidance, I found you white
O sons of guidance—and God knows mankind well.
O sons of guidance, and God knows people's inner thoughts
وَمِنand from عَبدِ‘Abd (servant of) شَمسٍShams (the sun) قَدindeed تَفَرَّعتَyou have branched فيin العُلىthe heights
وَمِن عَبدِ شَمسٍ قَد تَفَرَّعتَ في العُلى
ذُراهاits summits لَكَyours القُدموسُthe ancient, mighty one مِنهاfrom it العُراعِرُthe mighty lord
ذُراها لَكَ القُدموسُ مِنها العُراعِرُ
And from ‘Abd Shams you have indeed branched into the heights;
From Abd Shams you branched out, exalted
Its summits are yours, as is its ancient, mighty lord.
His noble roots made you branches reaching high
مُلوكٌkings وَأَبناءُand sons of المُلوكِkings وَسادَةٌand lords
مُلوكٌ وَأَبناءُ المُلوكِ وَسادَةٌ
لَهُمtheirs is سُؤدَدٌlordship عَودٌlong-established عَلىover الناسِmankind قاهِرُdominant
لَهُم سُؤدَدٌ عَودٌ عَلى الناسِ قاهِرُ
Kings, and sons of kings, and lords;
Kings, sons of kings, and masters
Theirs is long-established lordship, dominant over mankind.
With overwhelming authority, lofty over people
هُمُthey خَيرُthe best of بَطحاوَيthe two valley-plains of لُؤَيِّLu’ayy بنِson of غالِبٍGhalib
هُمُ خَيرُ بَطحاوَي لُؤَيِّ بنِ غالِبٍ
سَماrose high بِهِمُwith them مِنهاfrom there البُحورُthe seas الزَواخِرُsurging
سَما بِهِمُ مِنها البُحورُ الزَواخِرُ
They are the finest in Lu’ayy ibn Ghalib’s two valley-plains;
They are the best of Batahawiy Lu'ay bin Ghalib
From there, the surging seas bore them aloft.
With them the vast oceans swelled
تَبَحبَحتُمُyou dwelt at ease مَنthose who بِالجِبابِby the wells وَسِرِّهاand in their midst
تَبَحبَحتُمُ مَن بِالجِبابِ وَسِرِّها
طَمَتoverflowed بِكُمُwith you بَطحاؤُهاtheir valley-floor وَالظَواهِرُand the outskirts
طَمَت بِكُمُ بَطحاؤُها وَالظَواهِرُ
You dwelt at ease, you who were by the wells and in their midst;
You burst forth from the essence and secret
Their valley-floor and the outskirts overflowed with you.
With you Batahaw overwhelmed the apparent glories