وماand not يَومُthe day of الفِرنْجَةِthe Franks مِنكَof yours فذٌّa solitary feat
وما يَومُ الفِرنْجَةِ مِنكَ فذٌّ
فَتَحصِرُso as to encompass عَدَّهُits tally خُطَطُthe methods of الحِسابِreckoning
فَتَحصِرُ عَدَّهُ خُطَطُ الحِسابِ
Nor is your day against the Franks a lone exploit,
The day of the Franks was not easy for you,
Whose tally the methods of reckoning could encompass.
Its count cannot be confined by lines of calculation,
أَجاشَset surging الأَربعاءُWednesday لَهُمْagainst them خَميساًan army
أَجاشَ الأَربعاءُ لَهُمْ خَميساً
بَعيدُfar-reaching الغورِthe depth مُلتَطِمُcrashing together العُبابِthe billows
بَعيدُ الغورِ مُلتَطِمُ العُبابِ
Wednesday raised against them an army,
Wednesday brought them a bloody Thursday,
Deep in its depths, its billows crashing together.
With distant, billowing seas.
وَأَحكِمand how tightly بِالخَطيمِat al-Khatim لَهُمfor them خِطاماًa halter
وَأَحكِم بِالخَطيمِ لَهُم خِطاماً
أَمرَّmade bitterer برِيمِهِits braided cord مُرَّthe bitterness of الضّرابِcombat
أَمرَّ برِيمِهِ مُرَّ الضّرابِ
And at al-Khatim, how tightly their halter was drawn,
You held their reins fast for them,
Its braided cord making bitter combat bitterer.
And made the command to attack bitter.
مَشَوْاthey marched مُتَسانِدينَsupporting one another إِلىtoward صَليبٍa cross
مَشَوْا مُتَسانِدينَ إِلى صَليبٍ
يُبَرْقِعُveils هَبوَةَa dust-cloud الصمِّthe solid hooves الصِّلابِthe hard ones
يُبَرْقِعُ هَبوَةَ الصمِّ الصِّلابِ
They marched, supporting one another, toward a cross,
They marched together towards a cross
Veiling the dust raised by hard, solid hooves.
That clanks with the foolish clamor of crucifixion.
تَلُفُّهُمُenfold them المَناياdeaths فيin الثَّناياthe mountain passes
تَلُفُّهُمُ المَنايا في الثَّنايا
وَتَفجؤُهُمْand surprises them شعوبُShaʿūb (Death) مِنَfrom الشَّعابِthe ravines
وَتَفجؤُهُمْ شعوبُ مِنَ الشَّعابِ
Deaths enfold them in the mountain passes,
Death wraps them in its folds,
And Shaʿūb, Death, surprises them from the ravines.
And the mountain peoples rush out at them from the crevices.
أَطاشَتْsent astray سَهمَthe arrow of كَبشِهِمُtheir ram-like champion هَناةٌa mishap
أَطاشَتْ سَهمَ كَبشِهِمُ هَناةٌ
فَكُنتَand so you were ذُبابَthe blade-tip of طائِشَةِa wildly darting blade الذّبابِthe point
فَكُنتَ ذُبابَ طائِشَةِ الذّبابِ
A mishap sent their champion's arrow astray,
Their arrow swerved from its prey,
And you were the point of a blade whose point darted wildly.
So you were a plague on the swarming swarm.
حَلَلتَyou removed التّاجَthe crown عَنْهُfrom him وَحَلَّand he settled تاجاًas a crown
حَلَلتَ التّاجَ عَنْهُ وَحَلَّ تاجاً
مَكانَin the place of العِقْدِthe necklace مِنamong عِقدِa string of الكِعابِlance-joints
مَكانَ العِقْدِ مِن عِقدِ الكِعابِ
You stripped the crown from him, and he became a crown,
You stripped the crown from him and stripped for yourself a crown,
In a necklace's place upon a string of lance-joints.
In place of the braided crown of braids.
أَنافَrose high عَلىabove العِقَابِthe eagle فَكانَand so he became أَشْهَىmore delectable
أَنافَ عَلى العِقَابِ فَكانَ أَشْهَى
وَأَبهىand more splendid مِنهُthan he was فيin ظِلّthe shade of العِقابِthe eagle
وَأَبهى مِنهُ في ظِلّ العِقابِ
He rose above the eagle and became more delectable,
With the discipline of slavery, yet it was more beautiful
And fairer than he had been beneath the eagle's shade.
And brilliant than it in the shade of discipline.
فَأَشْرَفand so he stood high وَهوَwhile he is عَنfrom شَرفٍhonor مَعوقٍbarred
فَأَشْرَف وَهوَ عَن شَرفٍ مَعوقٍ
وَأَصعَدand he ascended وَهوَwhile he is غايَةُthe utmost of الاِنصِبابِdownfall
وَأَصعَد وَهوَ غايَةُ الاِنصِبابِ
So he stood high, though barred from honor,
He climbed up while barred from climbing
And ascended, though at the utmost point of downfall.
And ascended while he was the utmost contender.
تُكاشِرُهُbare their teeth at him الشَّوامِتُthe gloaters وهوَwhile he is مُغْضٍlowering his gaze
تُكاشِرُهُ الشَّوامِتُ وهوَ مُغْضٍ
ثَناهُheld him back مُنَاهُhis hopes عَنfrom رَجْعِreturning الجَوَابِthe answer
ثَناهُ مُنَاهُ عَن رَجْعِ الجَوَابِ
Gloaters bare their teeth at him, while he lowers his gaze;
Misfortunes assail him while he is unyielding,
His hopes kept him from answering back.
His resolve silenced from making any response.
بَعيداًfar عَنfrom قِراعٍcombat وَاِقتِراعٍand casting lots
بَعيداً عَن قِراعٍ وَاِقتِراعٍ
يَؤوبُrecurs لَهُfor him إِلىuntil يَومِthe Day of المَآبِReturn
يَؤوبُ لَهُ إِلى يَومِ المَآبِ
Far from combat or casting lots
Far from defeat or being defeated,
That might recur for him before the Day of Return.
He turns to the final day of return.
وَكَمand how many a سَوطٍlash بِخَيلِكَfrom your cavalry أَقبلوهthey faced it with الthe
وَكَم سَوطٍ بِخَيلِكَ أَقبلوه ال
صُدورَbreasts فَكانَand it became سَوطاًa scourge مِنof عَذابِtorment
صُدورَ فَكانَ سَوطاً مِن عَذابِ
And how many a lash from your cavalry they faced with their
How many lashes of your horses they faced,
Breasts—each becoming a scourge of torment!
Yet they were lashes of torment upon their chests.
تَركتَهُمyou left them بِأَرضِin the land of الشّامِal-Sham شاماًdark spots
تَركتَهُم بِأَرضِ الشّامِ شاماً
لِظُفْرٍfor a claw تَتّقيهِyou guard against it أَوor لِنَابِfor a fang
لِظُفْرٍ تَتّقيهِ أَو لِنَابِ
You left them as dark spots upon the land of al-Sham,
You left them in the Levant distracted
For a claw you guard against, or a fang.
From gaining a victory or from returning.
هَتكتَyou tore حِجابهُhis veil وَالشَّمسُwhile the sun وَسْنَىis drowsy
هَتكتَ حِجابهُ وَالشَّمسُ وَسْنَى
بِشَمسٍwith a sun لاnot تُوَارَىis hidden بالحجابِby the veil
بِشَمسٍ لا تُوَارَى بالحجابِ
You tore his veil while the sun was drowsy,
You tore away his veil while the sun withdrew,
With a sun no veil could hide:
With a sun that is not veiled by any covering.
بِأَبيضَwith a bright blade مِنof حَبِيكِthe fine weave of الهِندِIndia صافٍpure
بِأَبيضَ مِن حَبِيكِ الهِندِ صافٍ
مَصُونِprotected in المَتْنِthe spine مُبتَذِلِfreely using الذُّبابِthe point
مَصُونِ المَتْنِ مُبتَذِلِ الذُّبابِ
With a bright, pure blade of India's woven steel,
In your pure Indian white fabric,
Its spine protected, unstinting with its point.
Of protected interior and cheap trim.
لَهُit has سِمَةُthe mark of الشّيوخِthe elders صَفاءَthe purity of شَيبٍgray hair
لَهُ سِمَةُ الشّيوخِ صَفاءَ شَيبٍ
وَفيand in خَطَراتِهِits swings نَزَقُthe recklessness of الشّبابِyouth
وَفي خَطَراتِهِ نَزَقُ الشّبابِ
It bears the elders' mark: the purity of gray hair,
He has the mark of elders, purity of white hair,
And in its swings, the recklessness of youth.
And in his expressions, the sprightliness of youth.
أَلاah ياO ناظِرَbeholder of الدُّنياthe world بِعَيْنٍwith an eye
أَلا يا ناظِرَ الدُّنيا بِعَيْنٍ
أَرَتْهُshowed him عِلابَهاits scars خَدْعthe deceit of السّرابِthe mirage
أَرَتْهُ عِلابَها خَدْع السّرابِ
Ah, beholder of the world through an eye
Oh you who look upon the world with an eye
That showed him its scars as the mirage's deceit,
That saw its ornaments as the deception of mirage.
تَبَطَّنَهاhe explored its depths فَطَلّقَهاthen he divorced it ثَلاثاًthrice
تَبَطَّنَها فَطَلّقَها ثَلاثاً
عَلىdespite عِزِّthe power of التَمَلُّقِflattery والخِلابِand beguilement
عَلى عِزِّ التَمَلُّقِ والخِلابِ
He searched its depths, then divorced it thrice,
You masked it then divorced it thrice
Despite the power of flattery and beguilement.
At the height of fawning and deceit.
فَلاso not يَأويhe seeks refuge إِلىin رَأيٍa judgment شَعاعٍwavering
فَلا يَأوي إِلى رَأيٍ شَعاعٍ
وَلاnor يثنيhe inclines إِلىtoward أَمَلٍa hope خَرابِbarren
وَلا يثني إِلى أَمَلٍ خَرابِ
So he seeks no refuge in a wavering judgment,
So he inclines not to any bright opinion,
Nor inclines toward a barren hope.
Nor turns to any hope laid waste.
تَرَفَّعَhe rose high عَنbeyond مُجاوَزَةِovertaking by الأَمانيwishes
تَرَفَّعَ عَن مُجاوَزَةِ الأَماني
وَحَلَّقَand he soared عَنbeyond مُحاضَرَةِracing with التّصابيyouthful folly
وَحَلَّقَ عَن مُحاضَرَةِ التّصابي
He rose beyond the reach of wishes,
He rose above gratifying desires,
And soared beyond racing with youthful folly.
And soared above socializing with the pretentious.
صَلاةُthe blessing of اللَّهِGod كُلَّat every دُرورِoutpouring of شَمسٍthe sun
صَلاةُ اللَّهِ كُلَّ دُرورِ شَمسٍ
عَلىupon مَثْوَىthe resting place of أَبيكَyour father مِنَof التُرابِthe dust
عَلى مَثْوَى أَبيكَ مِنَ التُرابِ
May God's blessing, whenever the sun pours forth its light,
May the prayers of Allah be upon all
Rest upon your father's dwelling in the dust.
The dwellings of your father, made of dust.
فَقَدfor indeed أَلْقَىhe bestowed إِلىupon الإِسلامِIslam عَضْباًa keen-edged sword
فَقَد أَلْقَى إِلى الإِسلامِ عَضْباً
يُطَبِّقُcleaves at the joints فيin النّوائبِcalamities غيرَwithout نابيglancing off
يُطَبِّقُ في النّوائبِ غيرَ نابي
For he bestowed upon Islam a keen-edged sword,
For he brought wrath unto Islam,
That cleaves at the joints amid calamities, never glancing off.
That in calamities, does not waver.
تَجِيشُseethe لَهُfor him رَوَاسٍfirm-set cauldrons كَالرَّواسيlike rooted mountains
تَجِيشُ لَهُ رَوَاسٍ كَالرَّواسي
تُمدُّare set out لَهاfor them جِفانٌlarge bowls كَالجَوابيlike cisterns
تُمدُّ لَها جِفانٌ كَالجَوابي
Cauldrons like mountains seethe for him,
Valiant men surge to him, like surging seas,
Bowls like cisterns are set out for them.
With eyelids that stretch out like answering each other.