عَينَيَّ جودا عَلى فارِسٍ

عَينَيَّ جودا عَلى فارِسٍ

بِأَجراعِ مُؤتَةَ فَالأَخرَجِ

بِأَجراعِ مُؤتَةَ فَالأَخرَجِ

My two eyes, weep freely for a horseman

My eyes spotted a knight

At the sandy tracts of Mu'tah and al-Akhraj,

With the cups of Mutha so he brought out

طَويلَ النَجادِ رَفيعَ العِمادِ

طَويلَ النَجادِ رَفيعَ العِمادِ

مُصاصِ النِجارِ مِنَ الخَزرَجِ

مُصاصِ النِجارِ مِنَ الخَزرَجِ

Long of sword-baldric, lofty of tent-pole,

Tall, with high pillars

Of purest lineage, from the Khazraj.

Sucking the carpenter from Khazraj

وَيَنمي رَواحَةَ آبائَهُ

وَيَنمي رَواحَةَ آبائَهُ

إِلى كُلِّ ذي غُرَّةٍ أَبلَجِ

إِلى كُلِّ ذي غُرَّةٍ أَبلَجِ

And his forebears trace Rawaha's descent

And he grows the glory of his fathers

To every radiant man with a shining brow.

To every one with a white forehead

فَلَهفي عَلَيكَ غَداةَ الصَباحِ

فَلَهفي عَلَيكَ غَداةَ الصَباحِ

إِذا هَتَفَت رَبَّةُ الهَودَجِ

إِذا هَتَفَت رَبَّةُ الهَودَجِ

So how I mourn you at morning's dawn,

So I yearn for you in the morning

When the lady of the howdah cried out.

When the lady of the tent calls

إِذا ساوَرَ القَومُ أَقرانَهُم

إِذا ساوَرَ القَومُ أَقرانَهُم

قَصَدتَ إِلى الفارِسِ الأَهدَجِ

قَصَدتَ إِلى الفارِسِ الأَهدَجِ

When the men assailed their opponents,

When the people pace their peers

You made for the unsteady horseman,

You head towards the dumb knight

فَغادَرتَهُ مُقعَصاً في الوَغا

فَغادَرتَهُ مُقعَصاً في الوَغا

وَكَفُّكَ في الرُمحِ لَم تَشنَجِ

وَكَفُّكَ في الرُمحِ لَم تَشنَجِ

So you left him slain outright in the fray,

So you left him fallen in the valley

And your hand upon the spear did not cramp.

And your palm on the spear did not flinch

وَإِن ضاقَ بِالمَوتِ صَدرُ اِمرِئٍ

وَإِن ضاقَ بِالمَوتِ صَدرُ اِمرِئٍ

فَصَدرُكَ بِالمَوتِ لَم يَحرَجِ

فَصَدرُكَ بِالمَوتِ لَم يَحرَجِ

And if a man's breast tightened at death,

And if death tightens a person's chest

Yet your breast felt no distress at death.

Yours did not shudder at death

مَضى صاحِباكَ وَقَد ضُرِّجا

مَضى صاحِباكَ وَقَد ضُرِّجا

شَهيدَينِ بِالعَلَقِ الأَضرَجِ

شَهيدَينِ بِالعَلَقِ الأَضرَجِ

Your two companions passed on, already drenched

Your two companions passed away

In thick, deep-crimson blood, as two martyrs.

Martyred by the muddy blood

وَكانَ لِباثُكَ عَن صاحِبَيكَ

وَكانَ لِباثُكَ عَن صاحِبَيكَ

كَمُلجِمِ طَرفٍ وَلَم يُسرَجِ

كَمُلجِمِ طَرفٍ وَلَم يُسرَجِ

And your delay behind your two companions was

And your crying over your companions

Like the time to bridle a steed still unsaddled.

Was like a bridled gaze that did not flow