سَوْدَاءُa black one تُحْدَىis urged onward عَلَىupon ثَلاَثٍthree
سَوْدَاءُ تُحْدَى عَلَى ثَلاَثٍ
لَهَاshe has عِجَاجٌa billowing dust-cloud مِنَof الدُّخَانِthe smoke
لَهَا عِجَاجٌ مِنَ الدُّخَانِ
A black one is urged onward upon three.
The black one challenges three,
She has a billowing cloud of smoke.
With smoke plumes from it.
تَمُرُّshe passes فِيin وَسْطِهَاher midst وَتَأْتِيand she comes
تَمُرُّ فِي وَسْطِهَا وَتَأْتِي
بِلاَwithout بَرَاحْdeparture وَلاَand without مَكَانِa place
بِلاَ بَرَاحْ وَلاَ مَكَانِ
She goes and comes within herself,
It passes amidst them and comes
Without moving away, and without a place.
With no wind or place.
بِجُلِّwith a saddlecloth of نَارٍfire عَلَىupon ثَرَاهَاher ground
بِجُلِّ نَارٍ عَلَى ثَرَاهَا
وَبُرْقُعٍand a veil حَالِكِpitch-black الحِرَانِbalking; obstinacy (unclear here)
وَبُرْقُعٍ حَالِكِ الحِرَانِ
With a saddlecloth of fire upon her ground,
With raging fire on its expanse,
And a veil, pitch-black in its obstinacy [wording unclear].
And scorching hot metal armor.
تُحْمَدُshe is praised قُوتَاًsustenance لِغَيْرِnot for رِفْدٍa gift
تُحْمَدُ قُوتَاً لِغَيْرِ رِفْدٍ
يُنْهَبُis plundered فِيin سَاحَةِthe courtyard of الْخِوَانِthe dining table
يُنْهَبُ فِي سَاحَةِ الْخِوَانِ
She is praised for sustenance, not for bounty,
It is praised for its power without support,
Plundered in the courtyard of the dining table.
Plundered in the field of allies.