لعَمرُكَ ما خَشيتُ عَلى أُبَيٍّ

لعَمرُكَ ما خَشيتُ عَلى أُبَيٍّ

مَصارِعَ بَينَ قَوٍّ فَالسُلَيِّ

مَصارِعَ بَينَ قَوٍّ فَالسُلَيِّ

By your life, I did not fear for Ubayy

For your life, I never feared that my father would fall

Death in battle between Qaww and al-Sulayy;

In the midst of battle against a powerful foe

وَلَكِنّي خَشيتُ عَلى أُبَيٍّ

وَلَكِنّي خَشيتُ عَلى أُبَيٍّ

جَريرَةَ رُمحِهِ في كُلَّ حَيِّ

جَريرَةَ رُمحِهِ في كُلَّ حَيِّ

But I feared for Ubayy

Rather, I feared that my father's sharp spear

The ill consequences of his spear's deeds in every clan.

Would roam in every neighborhood

مِنَ الفِتيانِ مُحلَولٍ مُمِرٌّ

مِنَ الفِتيانِ مُحلَولٍ مُمِرٌّ

وَأَمَارٌ بِإِرشادٍ وَغَيِّ

وَأَمَارٌ بِإِرشادٍ وَغَيِّ

One of the young men, sweet and bitter,

Of the impetuous youth, showing the way

And ever urging right guidance and error.

And inciting them to mischief

أَلا لَهفَ الأَرامِلِ وَاليَتامى

أَلا لَهفَ الأَرامِلِ وَاليَتامى

وَلَهفَ الباكِياتِ عَلى أُبَيِّ

وَلَهفَ الباكِياتِ عَلى أُبَيِّ

Ah, the anguish of the widows and the orphans,

Alas! The yearning of the widows and orphans

And the anguish of the women weeping for Ubayy!

And the yearning of the weeping women for my father