وَقَفتُ فَأَبكَتني بِدارٍ عَشيرَتي

وَقَفتُ فَأَبكَتني بِدارٍ عَشيرَتي

عَلى رُزئِهِنَّ الباكِياتُ الحَواسِرُ

عَلى رُزئِهِنَّ الباكِياتُ الحَواسِرُ

I stopped, and at a dwelling my kin made me weep—

I stood still as a house of my tribe made me weep

The bareheaded women, weeping over their loss.

Over the crying women in mourning

غَدَوا كَسُيوفِ الهِندِ وُرّادَ حَومَةٍ

غَدَوا كَسُيوفِ الهِندِ وُرّادَ حَومَةٍ

مِنَ المَوتِ أَعيا وِردَهُنَّ المَصادِرُ

مِنَ المَوتِ أَعيا وِردَهُنَّ المَصادِرُ

They went forth like Indian swords, entering the heart

They went out in the morning like Indian swords and well-knitted coats of mail

Of death, where those who entered found no way back.

Against death, and their death brought them to their fate

فَوارِسُ حامَوا عَن حَريمٍ وَحافَظوا

فَوارِسُ حامَوا عَن حَريمٍ وَحافَظوا

بِدارِ المَنايا وَالقَنا مُتَشاجِرُ

بِدارِ المَنايا وَالقَنا مُتَشاجِرُ

Horsemen who defended their womenfolk and stood firm

The horsemen protected a harem and guarded

In death's abode, while spears interlocked.

The house of death and spear-fight fiercely

كَأَنَّهُمُ تَحتَ الخَوافِقِ إِذ غَدَوا

كَأَنَّهُمُ تَحتَ الخَوافِقِ إِذ غَدَوا

إِلى المَوتِ أُسدُ الغابَتَينِ الهَواصِرُ

إِلى المَوتِ أُسدُ الغابَتَينِ الهَواصِرُ

It was as though, beneath the fluttering banners, as they went forth

As if they went out under the awnings

To death, they were the prey-crushing lions of the two forests.

To death, the roaring lions of the thicket

فَلَو أَنَّ سَلمى نالَها مِثلُ رُزئِنا

فَلَو أَنَّ سَلمى نالَها مِثلُ رُزئِنا

لَهُدَّت وَلَكِن تَحمِلُ الرُزءَ عامِرُ

لَهُدَّت وَلَكِن تَحمِلُ الرُزءَ عامِرُ

And had a loss like ours befallen Salma,

Had Salma undergone our grief

It would have crumbled; yet Amir bears the loss.

She would have collapsed, but `Amir endures grief