ياO رَبعcampsite رامَةRamah بِالعَلياءِon the high ground مِنof ريمِRim
يا رَبع رامَة بِالعَلياءِ مِن ريمِ
هَلwill ...? تَرجِعَنَّyou surely return إِذاwhen حَيَّيتI greet تَسليميmy greeting
هَل تَرجِعَنَّ إِذا حَيَّيت تَسليمي
O campsite of Ramah, on the high ground of Rim,
will you return my greeting when I greet you?
ماwhat بالُis the state of حَيٍّa tribe غَدَتset out at dawn بُزلُthe full-grown ones المَطِيِّof the riding camels بِهِمwith them
ما بالُ حَيٍّ غَدَت بُزلُ المَطِيِّ بِهِم
تَخديstride swiftly لِغُربَتِهِمtoward their exile سَيراًat a pace بِتَقحيمِwith forceful urging
تَخدي لِغُربَتِهِم سَيراً بِتَقحيمِ
What of the tribe whose full-grown riding-camels bore them off at dawn,
striding toward their exile at a headlong pace?
كَأَنَّنيas though I يَومَthe day سارواthey departed شارِبٌa drinker سَلَبَتrobbed
كَأَنَّني يَومَ ساروا شارِبٌ سَلَبَت
فُؤادَهُhis heart قَهوَةٌwine مِنfrom خَمرِthe wine of دارومِDarum
فُؤادَهُ قَهوَةٌ مِن خَمرِ دارومِ
The day they left, I was like a drinker robbed
of his heart by a draught of Darum wine.
إِنّيindeed I وَجدّكand by your fortune ماnot عوديmy timber بِذيpossessed of خَوَرٍweakness
إِنّي وَجدّك ما عودي بِذي خَوَرٍ
عِندin الحِفاظِthe defense of honor وَلاnor حَوضيmy watering-pool بِمَهدومِdemolished
عِند الحِفاظِ وَلا حَوضي بِمَهدومِ
Indeed, by your fortune, my timber is not frail
in defense of honor, nor is my watering-pool breached.
أَصليmy lineage كَريمٌnoble وَمَجديand my glory لاnot يُقاسُis compared بِهِwith it
أَصلي كَريمٌ وَمَجدي لا يُقاسُ بِهِ
وَليand I have لِسانٌa tongue كَحَدِّlike the edge of السَّيفِthe sword مَسمومِpoisoned
وَلي لِسانٌ كَحَدِّ السَّيفِ مَسمومِ
My lineage is noble, and my glory is beyond compare;
and I have a tongue like the edge of a poisoned sword.
أَحميI defend بِهِwith it مَجدَthe glory of أَقوامٍpeople ذَويpossessors of حَسَبٍnoble ancestry
أَحمي بِهِ مَجدَ أَقوامٍ ذَوي حَسَبٍ
مِنfrom among كُلِّevery قرمٍmighty chieftain بِتاجِwith the crown of المُلكِkingship مَعمومِturbaned
مِن كُلِّ قرمٍ بِتاجِ المُلكِ مَعمومِ
With it I defend the glory of people of noble ancestry,
each a mighty chieftain turbaned with a royal crown—
جَحاجِحgreat chieftains سادَةٍlords بُلجٍbright-faced مَرازِبَةٍPersian governors
جَحاجِح سادَةٍ بُلجٍ مَرازِبَةٍ
جُردٍsmooth-skinned عِتاقٍnobly bred مَساميخٍtall and imposing مَطاعيمِgenerous hosts
جُردٍ عِتاقٍ مَساميخٍ مَطاعيمِ
great chiefs, bright-faced lords, marzbans,
smooth-skinned, highborn, towering, lavish hosts.
مَنwho مِثلُis like كِسرىKisra وَسابورand Shapur الجُنودِof the armies مَعاًtogether
مَن مِثلُ كِسرى وَسابور الجُنودِ مَعاً
وَالهُرمُزانِand al-Hurmuzan لفَخرٍfor boasting أَوor لتَعظيمِfor exaltation
وَالهُرمُزانِ لفَخرٍ أَو لتَعظيمِ
Who can match Kisra and Shapur of the armies together,
and al-Hurmuzan, as objects of pride or reverence?
أُسدِlions of الكَتائِبِthe battalions يَومَthe day of الرَّوعِterror إِنif زَحَفواthey advance
أُسدِ الكَتائِبِ يَومَ الرَّوعِ إِن زَحَفوا
وَهُمand they أذلّواhumbled مُلوكَthe kings of التُّركِthe Turks وَالرّومِand the Romans
وَهُم أذلّوا مُلوكَ التُّركِ وَالرّومِ
Lions of the battalions on the day of terror, when they advance—
and they humbled the kings of the Turks and Romans.
يَمشونَthey walk فيin حَلَقِthe rings of الماذِيِّfine iron mail سابِغَةًfully covering
يَمشونَ في حَلَقِ الماذِيِّ سابِغَةً
مَشيَthe gait of الضَّراغِمَةِthe fierce lions الأُسدِthe lions اللَّهاميمِthe mighty ones
مَشيَ الضَّراغِمَةِ الأُسدِ اللَّهاميمِ
They walk in rings of fine, full-length mail,
with the stride of fierce and mighty lions.
هُناكَthere إِنif تَسأَليyou ask تُنبيyou will be told بِأَنَّthat لَناwe have
هُناكَ إِن تَسأَلي تُنبي بِأَنَّ لَنا
جُرثومَةًan ancestral rootstock قَهَرَتhas subdued عزَّthe might of الجَراثيمِthe rootstocks
جُرثومَةً قَهَرَت عزَّ الجَراثيمِ
There, if you ask, you will be told that we have
a rootstock that has subdued the might of all other rootstocks.