وَلَهٌ نابِهٌ وَخَطبٌ جَليلُ

وَلَهٌ نابِهٌ وَخَطبٌ جَليلُ

بَل رَزايا لَهُنَّ عِبءٌ ثَقيلُ

بَل رَزايا لَهُنَّ عِبءٌ ثَقيلُ

Manifest anguish and a grave calamity;

He has a bright, splendid oration,

rather, disasters bearing a heavy burden.

Yet their burdens for them are heavy,

بَل غَرامٌ مُبادِهٌ بَل دَهاري

بَل غَرامٌ مُبادِهٌ بَل دَهاري

س عِظامٌ وُقوعُهُنَّ عَظيمُ

س عِظامٌ وُقوعُهُنَّ عَظيمُ

Rather, sudden torment—rather, calamities

Rather it is a concealed love, rather it is homesickness,

mighty, whose onset is mighty.

Their falling is painful to the bones.

إِنَّ بِالقاعِ مِن تَنوفٍ مَحَلّاً

إِنَّ بِالقاعِ مِن تَنوفٍ مَحَلّاً

لَيسَ لِلمَكرُماتِ عَنهُ حَويلُ

لَيسَ لِلمَكرُماتِ عَنهُ حَويلُ

Indeed, on the plain of Tanuf is an abode

In Al-Qa with plenty of wealth,

from which noble deeds have no turning away.

There is no protection for the respected ones from him.

جالَ فيهِ الرَدى يَميلُ قِداحاً

جالَ فيهِ الرَدى يَميلُ قِداحاً

أَحرَزَت خَصلَها وَفاتَ الخَليلُ

أَحرَزَت خَصلَها وَفاتَ الخَليلُ

Death roamed there, shaking the lot-arrows;

The monitor came prancing, leaning his spear,

they won their prize, and the dear friend was lost.

She obtained her trait and the friend was lost.

لَم تَدَع لِلعُلى أَكُفُّ المَنايا

لَم تَدَع لِلعُلى أَكُفُّ المَنايا

مَن بِهِ يَعتَلي وَلا يَستَطيلُ

مَن بِهِ يَعتَلي وَلا يَستَطيلُ

Death's hands left glory

Death did not leave any power for the eminent ones,

no one through whom to rise or tower.

By which he ascends and becomes long.

يا بَني مالِك بنِ فَهمٍ قَتيلاً

يا بَني مالِك بنِ فَهمٍ قَتيلاً

لا يُباريهِ في الأَنامِ قَتيلُ

لا يُباريهِ في الأَنامِ قَتيلُ

O sons of Malik son of Fahm—a slain man

O sons of Malik bin Fahm the killed one,

whom no slain man among mankind can rival!

None amongst the people equals him in being killed.

أَيُّ عِزٍّ قَد قَدَّموهُ لِرُمحٍ

أَيُّ عِزٍّ قَد قَدَّموهُ لِرُمحٍ

مِنكُم لَم يُصَدَّ وَهوَ ذَليلُ

مِنكُم لَم يُصَدَّ وَهوَ ذَليلُ

What might have they put before a spear

What glory they presented to a lance,

of yours that was not repulsed, abased?

That was not prevented from them while it was humiliated.

أَيُّ طَرفٍ سَما إِلَيكُم بِكَيدٍ

أَيُّ طَرفٍ سَما إِلَيكُم بِكَيدٍ

لَم تَرُدّوهُ وَهوَ مِنكُم كَليلُ

لَم تَرُدّوهُ وَهوَ مِنكُم كَليلُ

What gaze rose toward you with guile

What eye aimed any plot against you,

that you did not turn back, dulled by you?

That you did not return it while it was little from you.

أَيُّ حَدٍّ كافَحتُموهُ بِحَدٍّ

أَيُّ حَدٍّ كافَحتُموهُ بِحَدٍّ

مِنكُمُ لَم يَدَعهُ وَهوَ فَليلُ

مِنكُمُ لَم يَدَعهُ وَهوَ فَليلُ

What blade-edge did you confront with an edge

What limit did you oppose with a limit,

of yours that did not leave it chipped?

That did not leave it while it was weak.

كُنتُمُ وَالكَثيرُ فيكُم قَليلٌ

كُنتُمُ وَالكَثيرُ فيكُم قَليلٌ

وَالعَظيمُ الخَطيرُ فيكُم ضَئيلُ

وَالعَظيمُ الخَطيرُ فيكُم ضَئيلُ

You were such that the many counted as few beside you,

You were many while the many amongst you were few,

and the great and formidable as small.

And the great, dangerous one amongst you was insignificant.

كُنتُمُ أَهلَ سَطوَةٍ إِن تَصَدَّت

كُنتُمُ أَهلَ سَطوَةٍ إِن تَصَدَّت

مالَ وَجهُ الحِمامِ حَيثُ تَميلُ

مالَ وَجهُ الحِمامِ حَيثُ تَميلُ

You were men of force; whenever it advanced,

You were the people of tyranny, if

death turned its face wherever it turned.

The direction of the pigeon turns to where it inclines.

أَقليلٌ عَديدُكُم فَتَقولوا

أَقليلٌ عَديدُكُم فَتَقولوا

إِنَّنا في الوَغى نَفيرٌ قَليلُ

إِنَّنا في الوَغى نَفيرٌ قَليلُ

Are your numbers so few that you say,

Are you few in number so you say,

'In battle we are but a scant muster'?

“We are few in the struggle?”

أَم ضِعافٌ عَن ثَأرِكُم فَتَلَذّوا

أَم ضِعافٌ عَن ثَأرِكُم فَتَلَذّوا

مَشرَبَ الذُلِّ وَالضَعيفُ الذَليلُ

مَشرَبَ الذُلِّ وَالضَعيفُ الذَليلُ

Or are you too weak for your vengeance, savoring

Or weak from taking revenge so you enjoyed

the draught of shame? The weak man is the abased one.

Drinking humiliation while the weak is humiliated.

أَنِساء يُنعى لَهنَّ بعولٌ

أَنِساء يُنعى لَهنَّ بعولٌ

إِنَّ سِترَ المُحصناتِ البُعولُ

إِنَّ سِترَ المُحصناتِ البُعولُ

Are you women told of their husbands' deaths?

Women who, their husbands were mourned,

Husbands are the shelter of chaste women.

Indeed, their husbands were their protectors.

أَم عَبيدٌ لِراشدٍ ولِموسى

أَم عَبيدٌ لِراشدٍ ولِموسى

أَيُّ هذي الأَصنافِ أَنتُم فَقولوا

أَيُّ هذي الأَصنافِ أَنتُم فَقولوا

Or slaves to Rashid and Musa?

Or slaves to Rashid and Musa,

Which of these sorts are you? Tell us.

Which one of these groups are you? So, speak up.

ليسَ يُنعى لَها اِمرُؤٌ وَسَّدَتهُ

ليسَ يُنعى لَها اِمرُؤٌ وَسَّدَتهُ

مِعصَمَيها الوَهنانَةُ العُطبولُ

مِعصَمَيها الوَهنانَةُ العُطبولُ

No man is mourned to her who was pillowed

No man was mourned for her and no tears were shed

on her wrists by a languid, long-necked beauty.

As her weak, bent elbows sufficed her.

لا وَلا المُحسِنُ الظُنونَ بِرَيب الد

لا وَلا المُحسِنُ الظُنونَ بِرَيب الد

دَهرِ أَن سَوفَ يَنثَني وَيَدولُ

دَهرِ أَن سَوفَ يَنثَني وَيَدولُ

No, nor one who hoped well of the reversals

Does not the good opinion of fleeting fortune

of time—that it would relent and turn in his favor.

Expect that it will bend and turn.

يا بَني مالِكٍ عَقَلتُم لِساني

يا بَني مالِكٍ عَقَلتُم لِساني

كَيفَ يَمشي المُقَيَّدُ المَعقولُ

كَيفَ يَمشي المُقَيَّدُ المَعقولُ

O sons of Malik, you have fettered my tongue;

O sons of Malik, you have tied my tongue,

how can a shackled, tethered man walk?

How can the tied, reasonable one walk? If you take the path of action,

إِن سَلَكتُم إِلى الفِعالِ سَبيلاً

إِن سَلَكتُم إِلى الفِعالِ سَبيلاً

وَضُحَت لي إِلى المَقالِ سَبيلُ

وَضُحَت لي إِلى المَقالِ سَبيلُ

If you take a path toward deeds,

The path to speech became clear for me,

a path toward speech becomes clear to me.

Or if you refused, I stopped questioning: can the extent of my questioning reach the intended?

أَو تَأَبَّيتُم شُكلتُ عَنِ الجَر

أَو تَأَبَّيتُم شُكلتُ عَنِ الجَر

يِ وَهَل يَبلُغُ المَدى المَشكولُ

يِ وَهَل يَبلُغُ المَدى المَشكولُ

Or if you refuse, I am hobbled from running—

Where are the branches of glory from taking revenge? Or where is its expected cave?

and can a hobbled one reach the goal?

Where is Ma’n while they, when affliction flares up

أَينَ عَن ثارِها هَناةُ فُروعُ ال

أَينَ عَن ثارِها هَناةُ فُروعُ ال

عِزِّ أَم أَينَ كَهفُهُ المَأمولُ

عِزِّ أَم أَينَ كَهفُهُ المَأمولُ

Where is Hanah to avenge it—the branches

Lions whose panic runs from them.

of glory? Or where is its hoped-for refuge?

And Banu Jahzam and they are the respected mountain whose extended branches became strong.

أَينَ مَعنٌ وَهُم إِذا اِستَحمَسَ البَأ

أَينَ مَعنٌ وَهُم إِذا اِستَحمَسَ البَأ

سُ لُيوثٌ تَنجابُ عَنها الفُيولُ

سُ لُيوثٌ تَنجابُ عَنها الفُيولُ

Where is Ma'n? When combat grows fierce, they

Where are the claims of Banu Sulaymah, the tall,

are lions before whom elephants scatter.

Their young and their old men?

وَبَنمو جَهضَمٍ وَهُم جَبَلُ العِز

وَبَنمو جَهضَمٍ وَهُم جَبَلُ العِز

زِ الَّذي عَزَّ فَرعُهُ المُستَطيلُ

زِ الَّذي عَزَّ فَرعُهُ المُستَطيلُ

And the sons of Jahdam, the mountain of glory

And Al Jaramiz, our impenetrable fortress, our pillar,

whose towering crest is impregnable.

And to whom in struggle we resort.

أَينَ دَعوى بَني سُلَيمةَ أَطوا

أَينَ دَعوى بَني سُلَيمةَ أَطوا

دُ المَعالي فتيانُها وَالكُهولُ

دُ المَعالي فتيانُها وَالكُهولُ

Where is the cry of the sons of Sulaymah? Mountains

And the dissenters by whom the humans' panic

of nobility are their young men and mature men.

Is warded off and who is pouring, bending.

وَالجَراميزُ حِصنُنا الأَمنَعُ الرُك

وَالجَراميزُ حِصنُنا الأَمنَعُ الرُك

نِ وَمَن في الوَغى إِلَيهِ نَؤولُ

نِ وَمَن في الوَغى إِلَيهِ نَؤولُ

And al-Jaramiz, our fortress of impregnable strength,

And pigeons whose leader, when none hoots

and those to whom we turn in battle.

Except the concealer, the finicky one.

وَالعُقاةُ الَّذين يُستَدفَعُ اليَأ

وَالعُقاةُ الَّذين يُستَدفَعُ اليَأ

سُ بِهِم وَهوَ مُقمَطِرّ مَهيلُ

سُ بِهِم وَهوَ مُقمَطِرّ مَهيلُ

And al-'Uqah, by whom despair is driven back,

And our horsemen on whose horses,

even when it is grim and terrifying.

From their war, blood flows.

وَحُمامٌ حُماتُها حينَ لا يَع

وَحُمامٌ حُماتُها حينَ لا يَع

طِفُ إِلّا المُضَمّرُ الخَنشَليلُ

طِفُ إِلّا المُضَمّرُ الخَنشَليلُ

And Humam, its defenders, when none turns back

And the protectors of time from the family of Dahman

but the lean, swift steed.

When humans and stallions are brought out.

وَفَراهيدُنا الَّذينَ عَلى الرَو

وَفَراهيدُنا الَّذينَ عَلى الرَو

ضَةِ مِن خَيلِهِم دِماءٌ تَسيلُ

ضَةِ مِن خَيلِهِم دِماءٌ تَسيلُ

And our Farahid, from whose horses on the meadow

And my pillars from the family of Seyyid when

blood streams.

The war shimmers and death descends.

وَحُماةُ الزَمانِ مِن آلِ دَهما

وَحُماةُ الزَمانِ مِن آلِ دَهما

نَ إِذا أُبرِزَ البُرى وَالحُجولُ

نَ إِذا أُبرِزَ البُرى وَالحُجولُ

And the age's defenders, from the house of Dahman,

And Sulaymah, the brave, when he who arms himself with a coat of mail and the medium spear put it on.

when nose-rings and anklets are exposed.

And Sharik whose young men when no weapon benefits

وَعِمادي مِن آلِ سيدٍ إِذا ما

وَعِمادي مِن آلِ سيدٍ إِذا ما

شَمَّرَ الحَرب وَالمَنايا نُزولُ

شَمَّرَ الحَرب وَالمَنايا نُزولُ

And my mainstay from the house of Sid, whenever

Except the flexible and smooth Indian sword.

war girds itself, and deaths alight.

And the horse keepers for the bushes, the sons of Qasmil.

وَسُلَيمى الباسِلونَ إِذا أَب

وَسُلَيمى الباسِلونَ إِذا أَب

لَسَ ذو العَدِّ وَالنَجيدُ البَسولُ

لَسَ ذو العَدِّ وَالنَجيدُ البَسولُ

And Sulayma, the fearless, when despair takes

If you fear the loss of bushes.

the man of great numbers and the mighty, dauntless warrior.

And Banu Amm from Judayd specifically

وَشَريكٌ فِتيانُها حينَ لا يَن

وَشَريكٌ فِتيانُها حينَ لا يَن

فَعُ إِلّا المُهَنَّدُ المَسلولُ

فَعُ إِلّا المُهَنَّدُ المَسلولُ

And Sharik's young men, when nothing

And my pillars in every matter are plenty.

avails but the unsheathed Indian-steel sword.

And Banu Hazir, my hand and my tongue,

وَالمَداريكُ لِلذُحولِ بَنو قَس

وَالمَداريكُ لِلذُحولِ بَنو قَس

مَل إِن خِفتَ أَن يَفوتَ الذُحولُ

مَل إِن خِفتَ أَن يَفوتَ الذُحولُ

And the sons of Qasmal, who secure blood-vengeance,

And my Indian sword, the polished.

if you fear that vengeance may escape you.

O sons of Malik bin Fahm, the killed one

وَبَنو العَمِّ مِن جُدَيدٍ خُصوصاً

وَبَنو العَمِّ مِن جُدَيدٍ خُصوصاً

وَعِمادي في كُلِّ أَمرٍ نَفيلُ

وَعِمادي في كُلِّ أَمرٍ نَفيلُ

And my cousins from Judayd especially,

Their honor lies in Daharis that cries.

and Nafil, my mainstay in every affair.

Indeed, in the two gardens, he perished bent over,

وَبَنو حاضِرٍ يدي وَلِساني

وَبَنو حاضِرٍ يدي وَلِساني

وَحُسامي المُهَنَّدُ المَصقولُ

وَحُسامي المُهَنَّدُ المَصقولُ

And the sons of Hadir, my hand and my tongue,

No less a person rested there killed.

and my polished Indian-steel sword.

Do the blood spill out of fear O people?

يا بَني مالِك بنِ فَهمٍ قَتيلاً

يا بَني مالِك بنِ فَهمٍ قَتيلاً

بِدَهاريسَ عِزُّهنَّ التَبولُ

بِدَهاريسَ عِزُّهنَّ التَبولُ

O sons of Malik son of Fahm—a slain man

Neither perdition nor blood is sought.

amid calamities whose might ravages the heart!

And in the Tawad of Oman, while amongst you

إِنَّ بِالرَوضَتَينِ هاماً نِزافاً

إِنَّ بِالرَوضَتَينِ هاماً نِزافاً

لَم يُقَل مَن ثَوى هُناكَ قَتيلُ

لَم يُقَل مَن ثَوى هُناكَ قَتيلُ

Indeed, at the two meadows lie blood-drained heads;

A great number of honor and glory lies.

those who lie there have not been called slain.

For Banu Assama, elevation upon the lowly

أَتضيعُ الدِماءُ يا قَومُ فَزعاً

أَتضيعُ الدِماءُ يا قَومُ فَزعاً

لا بَواء وَلا دَمٌ مَطلولُ

لا بَواء وَلا دَمٌ مَطلولُ

Shall blood be wasted, my people, through fear?

With what you obtained from humiliation, suffice.

No equal requital, and no blood left unavenged!

Their hearts did not become disgusted and their inhabited place

وَبِطَودَي عُمانَ وَالسَيف مِنكُم

وَبِطَودَي عُمانَ وَالسَيف مِنكُم

عَدَدٌ كاثِرٌ وَعِزٌّ بَجيلُ

عَدَدٌ كاثِرٌ وَعِزٌّ بَجيلُ

On Oman's two mountains and along the shore you have

Became the open space for their family and animals.

abundant numbers and majestic might.

Do you reckon to equal whom they likened

لِبَني السامَةَ السُمُوُّ عَلى الخَس

لِبَني السامَةَ السُمُوُّ عَلى الخَس

فِ بِما نالَكُم مِنَ الذُلِّ نيلوا

فِ بِما نالَكُم مِنَ الذُلِّ نيلوا

For the sons of al-Samah, loftiness stands above abasement;

By avoiding the likeness of the like? You mustavoid them.

were they struck by the humiliation that struck you,

O son of Hama, determination is for the eminent one,

لاِشمَأَزَّت قُلوبُها وَلَأَضحى

لاِشمَأَزَّت قُلوبُها وَلَأَضحى

نابئَ الأَهلِ رَبعُها المَأهولُ

نابئَ الأَهلِ رَبعُها المَأهولُ

their hearts would have recoiled, and

So, do not slacken when the trains are pulled.

their inhabited dwelling would have rejected its people.

This is not the state of the enraged:

أَفَتَرضَونَ أَن تُساموا الَّذي سي

أَفَتَرضَونَ أَن تُساموا الَّذي سي

موهُ عَن سومِ مِثلِهِ سَتَصولوا

موهُ عَن سومِ مِثلِهِ سَتَصولوا

Will you accept being subjected to what they were subjected to?

A lying place, singing, blossoms and inclusions.

Against the imposition of its like, you will rise in assault.

And an early rising, spending the night chatting,

يا اِبنَ حَمحامٍ لِلعُلى شَمِّرِ الذي

يا اِبنَ حَمحامٍ لِلعُلى شَمِّرِ الذي

لَ فَلا حينَ أَن تُجَرَّ الذُيولُ

لَ فَلا حينَ أَن تُجَرَّ الذُيولُ

O son of Hamham, tuck up your hem for glory;

Grilling, shedding blood and carrying.

this is no time for trailing hems.

But his clothes when misfortune wraps in darkness,

لَيسَ شَأن المُوَتَّرينَ مِهادٌ

لَيسَ شَأن المُوَتَّرينَ مِهادٌ

وَغِناءٌ وَمزهَرٌ وَشَمولُ

وَغِناءٌ وَمزهَرٌ وَشَمولُ

Bedding is not the business of those with blood to avenge,

Is the clothes of black twisted wool.

nor singing, lute, and wine;

And his lying place is a piece of woolen fabric above a shoulder,

وَصبوحٌ مُباكَرٌ وَغَبوقٌ

وَصبوحٌ مُباكَرٌ وَغَبوقٌ

وَشِواءٌ وَدَرمَكٌ وَنَشيلُ

وَشِواءٌ وَدَرمَكٌ وَنَشيلُ

nor an early morning draught and an evening cup,

Whose bed is the rough ground of the desert.

nor roast meat, fine flour, and boiled meat.

And his boon companion is the revolutionary whose sword’s edge angered him

إِنَّما ثَوبُهُ إِذا اِعتَكَرَ الإِظ

إِنَّما ثَوبُهُ إِذا اِعتَكَرَ الإِظ

لام ثَوبُ الدُجُنَّةِ المَسدولُ

لام ثَوبُ الدُجُنَّةِ المَسدولُ

His only garment, when darkness thickens,

And the protector of bandits, a humiliated cheek.

is the hanging robe of the dark night.

And his dining companion is a she-goat, mother of a baby goat

وَمِهاداهُ نُمرُقٌ فَوقَ كَفلٍ

وَمِهاداهُ نُمرُقٌ فَوقَ كَفلٍ

عَرشُهُ غَيهَمُ البِجادِ مَثولُ

عَرشُهُ غَيهَمُ البِجادِ مَثولُ

His two beds: a cushion atop a croup,

And chased meat, the broken down, the wilted.

and his upright throne, dark under its woolen cloak.

That is the revenge not the one which

وَنَديماهُ داثِرُ الحَدِّ عَضب

وَنَديماهُ داثِرُ الحَدِّ عَضب

وَأَمينُ الفُصوصِ نَهدٌ ذَليلُ

وَأَمينُ الفُصوصِ نَهدٌ ذَليلُ

His two boon companions: a keen sword with a weathered edge,

The morning nap dismissed and it became soft and trailing.

and a sturdy, tractable steed with sound joints.

O Sulayman, prepare the determination forward,

وَأَكيلاهُ نَهدَةٌ أُمُّ أَجرٍ

وَأَكيلاهُ نَهدَةٌ أُمُّ أَجرٍ

وَالطَريدُ العَشَنَّقُ الهُذبولُ

وَالطَريدُ العَشَنَّقُ الهُذبولُ

His two table companions: a sturdy mother of pups,

You will attain the bond drawn tight and twisting.

and the tall, slender quarry.

O horseman, you are the star of endeavors,

ذَلِكَ الثَأرُ لا الَّذي وَهَّلَتهُ

ذَلِكَ الثَأرُ لا الَّذي وَهَّلَتهُ

نَومَةُ الصُبحِ فَهوَ رَخوٌ مَذيلُ

نَومَةُ الصُبحِ فَهوَ رَخوٌ مَذيلُ

That is the avenger—not one made timid

You are the preparedness, the protectors, and the pillars.

by morning sleep, soft and trailing his robes.

O Sulaym son of Malik who perished, the master, the pillar, the killed one guided us.

يا سُلَيمانُ جَرِّدِ العَزمَ قُدماً

يا سُلَيمانُ جَرِّدِ العَزمَ قُدماً

تُدرِكِ الوِترَ مُنجداً وَهوَ نولُ

تُدرِكِ الوِترَ مُنجداً وَهوَ نولُ

O Sulayman, unsheathe your resolve and press forward;

I swore an oath to avenge him,

you will attain your blood-claim with aid—and it is your due.

In which there is no relief for the swearer.

يا فَراهيدُ أَنتَ نَجمُ المَساعي

يا فَراهيدُ أَنتَ نَجمُ المَساعي

أَنتُمُ العُدَّةُ الحُماةُ النُصولُ

أَنتُمُ العُدَّةُ الحُماةُ النُصولُ

O Farahid, you are the star of noble endeavors;

If death had turned away from him he would have become

you are the reserve, the defenders, the blades.

A leader followed by procession after procession.

يا سُلَيمَ بنَ مالِك المُنتَمي قَد

يا سُلَيمَ بنَ مالِك المُنتَمي قَد

هَدَّنا السَيِّدُ العَميدُ القَتيلُ

هَدَّنا السَيِّدُ العَميدُ القَتيلُ

O Sulaym son of Malik, of that lineage—

The blood will not be lost as long as

the slain chief, our mainstay, has shattered us.

Amongst them there is a participant and beautiful endurance.

قُدّ أَوصاله حَلَفتُ يَمينا

قُدّ أَوصاله حَلَفتُ يَمينا

لَيسَ فيها لِمُقسِمٍ تَحليلُ

لَيسَ فيها لِمُقسِمٍ تَحليلُ

His limbs were hacked apart. I have sworn an oath

What day is for Rashid and Musa?

that allows its swearer no release.

That day, if you know is heavy.

لَو تَغاضَت عَنهُ المَنونُ لِأَضحى

لَو تَغاضَت عَنهُ المَنونُ لِأَضحى

يَهتَدي بِالرَعيلِ عَنهُ الرَعيلُ

يَهتَدي بِالرَعيلِ عَنهُ الرَعيلُ

If death had turned a blind eye to him,

A day in which closeness of relations does not benefit,

one troop would have been guided by another, through him.

A day in which the excuse with it is not accepted.

ما تَضيعُ الدِماءُ ما طالَبَتها

ما تَضيعُ الدِماءُ ما طالَبَتها

فيهِمُ سُهمَةٌ وَصَبرٌ جَميلُ

فيهِمُ سُهمَةٌ وَصَبرٌ جَميلُ

Blood is not lost as long as it is claimed

So Allah has made wretched he who prevented panic from us,

by their bond of kinship and noble patience.

Wherever the insignificant takes with the insignificant.

أَيُّ يَومٍ لِراشِدٍ وَلِموسى

أَيُّ يَومٍ لِراشِدٍ وَلِموسى

ذاكَ يَومٌ لَو تَعلَمونَ ثَقيلُ

ذاكَ يَومٌ لَو تَعلَمونَ ثَقيلُ

What a day awaits Rashid and Musa!

That day, if you knew, is heavy indeed.

يَومَ لا يَنفَعُ اِتِّصالٌ بِقُربى

يَومَ لا يَنفَعُ اِتِّصالٌ بِقُربى

يَومَ لا العُذرُ عِندَهُ مَقبولُ

يَومَ لا العُذرُ عِندَهُ مَقبولُ

A day when connection through kinship is no use,

a day on which no excuse is accepted.

فَلَحى اللَهُ مانِعَ الرَوعِ مِنّا

فَلَحى اللَهُ مانِعَ الرَوعِ مِنّا

حَيثُ يَستَصحِبُ الضَئيلَ الضَئيلُ

حَيثُ يَستَصحِبُ الضَئيلَ الضَئيلُ

So may God curse whoever among us holds back the assault,

where one weakling takes another weakling as his companion.