غَنَّاكَsang to you سَعْدُكَyour good fortune فيin ظِلّthe shade of الظُّبَاsword-blades وسَقَىand gave drink
غَنَّاكَ سَعْدُكَ في ظِلّ الظُّبَا وسَقَى
فاشْرَبْso drink هَنِيئاًwith pleasure عَلَيْكَupon you التَّاجُthe crown مُرْتَفِقَاreclining at ease
فاشْرَبْ هَنِيئاً عَلَيْكَ التَّاجُ مُرْتَفِقَا
Your good fortune sang to you in the shade of sword-blades and gave you drink;
so drink in bliss, reclining, with the crown upon you.
سَقْياًmay water be given لأُسْدٍto lions تَساقَىshare as drink المَوْتَdeath أَنْفُسُهَاtheir souls
سَقْياً لأُسْدٍ تَساقَى المَوْتَ أَنْفُسُهَا
وتلْبَسُand wear الصَّبْرَendurance فيon يَوْمِthe day of الوَغَىbattle حَلَقَاmail-rings
وتلْبَسُ الصَّبْرَ في يَوْمِ الوَغَى حَلَقَا
May the lions be watered, whose souls share death as drink,
and wear endurance as chain mail on the day of battle.
قامَتْthey rose بنَصْرِكَto support you لمّاwhen قامَrose مُرْتجلاًspeaking extempore
قامَتْ بنَصْرِكَ لمّا قامَ مُرْتجلاً
خَطِيبُthe orator of جُودِكَyour bounty فيهاamong them يَنْثُرُscattering الوَرقَاsilver coins
خَطِيبُ جُودِكَ فيها يَنْثُرُ الوَرقَا
They rose to support you when there rose, speaking extempore,
the orator of your bounty among them, scattering silver.
سَرَيْتَyou journeyed by night تقدُمleading جَيْشَthe army of النَّصْرِvictory متخذاًtaking as
سَرَيْتَ تقدُم جَيْشَ النَّصْرِ متخذاً
سُبْلَthe paths of المَجَرَّةِthe Milky Way فيin إِثْرpursuit of العُلاhigh glory طُرُقَاroads
سُبْلَ المَجَرَّةِ في إِثْر العُلا طُرُقَا
You journeyed by night, leading the army of victory, taking
the Milky Way's paths as roads in pursuit of glory,
فيin ظِلِّthe shadow of لَيْلٍa night مِنof الماذِىِّfine steel mail مُعْتَكرٍdense and dark
في ظِلِّ لَيْلٍ مِن الماذِىِّ مُعْتَكرٍ
يجلُوunveils إِلىto الخَيْلِthe steeds منهfrom it وَجْهُكَyour face الفَلقَاthe dawn
يجلُو إِلى الخَيْلِ منه وَجْهُكَ الفَلقَا
in the shadow of a dense, dark night of steel mail,
from which your face unveils the dawn to the steeds.
وصَفْحand the flank of قِرْنٍan adversary غداةَon the morning of الرَّوعِterror يَكْتُبُهinscribes it
وصَفْح قِرْنٍ غداةَ الرَّوعِ يَكْتُبُه
مِنof الظُّبَاsword-blades قَلَمٌa pen لاnot يَعْرِفُknows المشَقَاpractice strokes
مِن الظُّبَا قَلَمٌ لا يَعْرِفُ المشَقَا
And a foe's flank, on the morning of terror, is inscribed
by a pen of sword-blades that knows no practice strokes.
أَجرَيْتَyou made flow للزَّنْجِfor the Zanj فَوقَover النَّهْرِthe river نَهْرَa river of دَمٍblood
أَجرَيْتَ للزَّنْجِ فَوقَ النَّهْرِ نَهْرَ دَمٍ
حتَّىuntil اسْتَحَالَit became سَماءًa sky جُلِّلَتْwas mantled شَفَقَاcrimson twilight
حتَّى اسْتَحَالَ سَماءً جُلِّلَتْ شَفَقَا
You sent a river of Zanj blood flowing over the river,
until it became a sky mantled in twilight's red.
وَساعَدَand aided الفَلَكُthe celestial sphere الأَعْلَىthe highest بقَتْلِهِمُin killing them
وَساعَدَ الفَلَكُ الأَعْلَى بقَتْلِهِمُ
حتَّىuntil غَداbecame الفُلْكُthe fleet بالنَّاجِيwith the escapee بهin it غَرِقَاdrowned
حتَّى غَدا الفُلْكُ بالنَّاجِي به غَرِقَا
And the highest celestial sphere lent aid in killing them,
until the fleet sank with those escaping in it—
مِنof كُلِّevery أَسْوَدَBlack man لمdid not يَدْلِفْadvance علىupon ثَبَجٍa wave's crest
مِن كُلِّ أَسْوَدَ لم يَدْلِفْ على ثَبَجٍ
وبانَand appeared جَدُّكَyour good fortune يجلُوrevealing صفْحَهُits face يقَقَاpure white
وبانَ جَدُّكَ يجلُو صفْحَهُ يقَقَا
every Black man who made no headway over the swell;
and your good fortune shone forth, revealing its face pure white.
كأَنَّas though هامتَهُhis head والرُّمحُand the spear يحملُهَاbears it
كأَنَّ هامتَهُ والرُّمحُ يحملُهَا
غرابُa raven of بَيْنٍparting علىon بانِa bān tree of النَّقاthe sand dune نَغقَاcawed
غرابُ بَيْنٍ على بانِ النَّقا نَغقَا
As though his head, with the spear bearing it,
were a raven of parting, cawing on a bān tree upon the dune.
إِذاwhen وَنىhe faltered ثَغرpierced الخطِّيُّthe Khatti spear ثُغرتَهُhis throat
إِذا وَنى ثَغر الخطِّيُّ ثُغرتَهُ
أَوْor عاذَhe sought refuge بالنَّهْرِin the river مَسْلُوبَstripped of القُوَىstrength غَرِقَاhe drowned
أَوْ عاذَ بالنَّهْرِ مَسْلُوبَ القُوَى غَرِقَا
When he faltered, the Khatti spear pierced his throat;
or, if he sought refuge in the river, stripped of strength, he drowned.
وأَيُّand what نَهْرٍriver يُرَجِّيhopes for العِبْرَthe farther bank عابِرُهُits crosser
وأَيُّ نَهْرٍ يُرَجِّي العِبْرَ عابِرُهُ
وسُفنُهُand its ships طافِيَاتٌfloating غُودِرَتْwere left فِلَقَاin fragments
وسُفنُهُ طافِيَاتٌ غُودِرَتْ فِلَقَا
And on what river could a crosser hope to reach the farther shore,
when its ships float, left shattered into fragments?