عَرَفْتُكُمْ وَالدَّمْعُ مِ الْعَيْنِ يَكِفْ

عَرَفْتُكُمْ وَالدَّمْعُ مِ الْعَيْنِ يَكِفْ

لِفارِسٍ أَتْلَفْتُمُوهُ ما خُلِفْ

لِفارِسٍ أَتْلَفْتُمُوهُ ما خُلِفْ

I recognized you, as tears dripped from my eye,

I knew you as tears flowed from my eyes

For a horseman you slew, who has not been replaced.

For a knight you loved who was no more

إِنَّ النَّشِيلَ وَالشِّواءَ وَالرُّغُفْ

إِنَّ النَّشِيلَ وَالشِّواءَ وَالرُّغُفْ

وَالْقَيْنَةَ الْحَسْناءَ وَالْكَأْسَ الْأُنُفْ

وَالْقَيْنَةَ الْحَسْناءَ وَالْكَأْسَ الْأُنُفْ

Indeed, boiled meat, roast meat, and loaves,

Bread dipped in stew, roasted meat

And the beautiful singing girl, and the untouched wine-cup,

A beautiful jug and overflowing cup

وَصَفْوَةَ الْقِدْرِ وَتَعْجِيلَ اللَّقِفْ

وَصَفْوَةَ الْقِدْرِ وَتَعْجِيلَ اللَّقِفْ

لِلطَّاعِنِينَ الْخَيْلَ وَالْخَيْلُ قُطُفْ

لِلطَّاعِنِينَ الْخَيْلَ وَالْخَيْلُ قُطُفْ

And the pot’s choicest fare, and prompt feeding of the eager eater,

The choicest stew and hastily served bread

Belong to those who spear horses while the horses take short strides,

For warriors whose horses were plucked off

تَعْدُو بِغِثْيانِ الْوَغَى وَتَعْتَرِف

تَعْدُو بِغِثْيانِ الْوَغَى وَتَعْتَرِف

عَدْوَ الظِّباءِ فِي مَداهِيسِ الْحُقُفْ

عَدْوَ الظِّباءِ فِي مَداهِيسِ الْحُقُفْ

Running with battle’s weaklings, and galloping onward,

Galloping with the nausea of battle raging

Like gazelles running through the soft sands of curving dunes.

Foe of gazelles in the meadows of sand dunes