وَتَخالُهُand you take him for يَومَon the day of الرِهانِthe race غَمامَةٌa cloud
وَتَخالُهُ يَومَ الرِهانِ غَمامَةٌ
خَطَرَتswept along بِريحٍwith a wind فيamong غَمائِمَclouds فُرَّغِempty of rain
خَطَرَت بِريحٍ في غَمائِمَ فُرَّغِ
And on race day you would take him for a cloud,
He seemed on the day of wager like a cloud
swept along by a wind among rainless clouds.
That drifted in the winds amid clouds
وَمُهَنَّداًand an Indian-steel sword مِنfrom عَهدِthe age of عادٍʿĀd صارِماًkeen-edged
وَمُهَنَّداً مِن عَهدِ عادٍ صارِماً
إِنif يَطَّلِبit seeks إِتلافَthe destruction of نَفسٍa life يَبلُغِit succeeds
إِن يَطَّلِب إِتلافَ نَفسٍ يَبلُغِ
And a keen Indian-steel sword from the age of ʿĀd—
A resolute descendant of mighty 'Aad
if it seeks to take a life, it succeeds.
Seeking to end a soul would attain it
يَلقىmeets الضَريبَةَthe target حَدُّهُits edge فَيَقُدُّهاand slices through it
يَلقى الضَريبَةَ حَدُّهُ فَيَقُدُّها
قَدَّthe slitting of الأَديمِleather وَمَتنُهُand its spine لَمhas not يُصبَغِbeen stained
قَدَّ الأَديمِ وَمَتنُهُ لَم يُصبَغِ
Its edge meets the target and slices through it,
The edge of his blade guides it straight
as leather is slit, while its spine remains unstained.
Like leather yet to be dyed its blade bare
هَذاthis إِلىalongside ضافيlong and ample الذُيولِthe skirts مُضاعَفٍdoubled
هَذا إِلى ضافي الذُيولِ مُضاعَفٍ
كَالسَلخِlike a shed skin مِنamong قُمُصِshirts of الحَديدِiron مُسبَغِfully covering
كَالسَلخِ مِن قُمُصِ الحَديدِ مُسبَغِ
All this, with double-linked mail whose skirts hang long,
This two edged sword enveloped
like a shed skin, an ample shirt of iron;
In mail like flayed iron sheets
وَقَضيبِand a stave of نَبعٍnabʿ wood كَالشُجاعِlike a serpent مُعَطَّفٍcurved
وَقَضيبِ نَبعٍ كَالشُجاعِ مُعَطَّفٍ
لِرَسائِلِfor the messages of المَوتِdeath الزُعافِswiftly fatal مُبَلِّغِa bearer
لِرَسائِلِ المَوتِ الزُعافِ مُبَلِّغِ
and a curved stave of nabʿ wood, like a serpent,
And a spring's rod like a brave knight
bearing the messages of swift death,
Conveying the messages of lethal fate
يَحدوdrives forward إِلَيَّtoward me قُذاذَةًan arrow-feather مَقذوذَةًclipped
يَحدو إِلَيَّ قُذاذَةً مَقذوذَةً
قَذَّthe clipping of الحَواجِبِeyebrows بِالدِماءِin blood مُوَلَّغِsteeped
قَذَّ الحَواجِبِ بِالدِماءِ مُوَلَّغِ
sending toward me an arrow with clipped feathers,
It comes at me blood dripping from its edges
clipped like eyebrows—the bow steeped in blood.
Dyeing the eyelids with blood profuse