ياalas! قَلَّwas scant خَيرُgoodness أَميرa commander كُنتُI used to أَتبَعُهُfollow him
يا قَلَّ خَيرُ أَمير كُنتُ أَتبَعُهُ
أَلَيسَdoes he not? يُرهِبُنيhe frightens me أَمor لَيسَdoes not يَرجونيhe counts on me
أَلَيسَ يُرهِبُني أَم لَيسَ يَرجوني
Alas, how little good there was in a commander I used to follow!
O how few are the virtues of the prince I used to follow!
Does he not frighten me, or does he not count on me?
Does he not frighten me, or does he not hope for me?
أَمor لَيسَdoes not يَرجوhe hopes إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle الخَيلُthe horses شَمَّصَهاmade them rear
أَم لَيسَ يَرجو إِذا ما الخَيلُ شَمَّصَها
وَقعُthe impact الأَسِنَّةِthe spearheads عَطفيmy turning back حينَwhen يَدعونيhe calls me
وَقعُ الأَسِنَّةِ عَطفي حينَ يَدعوني
Or does he not hope, when the horses are made to rear
Or does he not hope when the horses sniff the air
by the impact of spearheads, that I will turn back when he calls me?
And swords fall on my shoulder as he calls me?
لاdo not تَحسَبَنّاsuppose us نَسيناwe have forgotten مِنbecause of تَقادُمِهِits remoteness in time
لا تَحسَبَنّا نَسينا مِن تَقادُمِهِ
يَوماًa day بِطاسىat Ṭāsā وَيَومَand the day النَهرِthe river ذيhaving الطينِthe mud
يَوماً بِطاسى وَيَومَ النَهرِ ذي الطينِ
Do not think we have forgotten, with the passage of time,
Do not think we forgot, however long ago it was,
a day at Ṭāsā and the day of the muddy river.
The day at Tasa and the day at the muddy river.
مَنَّيتُمونيyou held out hopes to me أَمانِيّاًhopes قَنَعتُI was content بِهاwith them
مَنَّيتُموني أَمانِيّاً قَنَعتُ بِها
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle جَعَلتُمyou placed مقنعاًMuqniʿ دونيahead of me
حَتّى إِذا ما جَعَلتُم مقنعاً دوني
You held out hopes to me, and I was content with them,
You made me hopes I was content with
until, when you placed Muqniʿ ahead of me,
Until you made me lower than them.
كانَتwere أَمانِيُّكُمyour promises ريحاًa wind شَآمِيَّةًfrom Syria
كانَت أَمانِيُّكُم ريحاً شَآمِيَّةً
ظَلَّتit continued بِمُختَلِفِamid the shifting of الأَرواحِthe winds تُؤذينيhurting me
ظَلَّت بِمُختَلِفِ الأَرواحِ تُؤذيني
your promises were a wind from Syria,
Your hopes were winds from the north
which kept hurting me amid the shifting winds.
That kept blowing against me in different directions.
فَإِنso if وَقَعتُI fall لِجَنبِat the side of الرَملِthe sand مُنقَصِفاًshattered
فَإِن وَقَعتُ لِجَنبِ الرَملِ مُنقَصِفاً
أَولَيتُI gave كُلَّevery اِمرِئٍman ماwhat كانَhe used to يُولينيgive me
أَولَيتُ كُلَّ اِمرِئٍ ما كانَ يُوليني
So if I fall, shattered, beside the sands,
So if I fall by the side of the sand dune, weakened,
I will have given each man what he used to give me.
I will blame each man for what he blamed me.