إِذاif المَرءُa man لَمhas not يَدنُسbecome sullied مِنَby اللّؤمِbaseness عِرضُهُhis honor
إِذا المَرءُ لَم يَدنُس مِنَ اللّؤمِ عِرضُهُ
فَذاكَthen that man كَريمُnoble of النّفسِsoul وَهوَand he أَصيلُwellborn
فَذاكَ كَريمُ النّفسِ وَهوَ أَصيلُ
If a man's honor is not stained by baseness,
Then he is noble of soul and wellborn.
وَإِنand even if لَبِسَhe wears الأَطمارَrags وَالعِرضُwhile honor أَبيَضٌis white
وَإِن لَبِسَ الأَطمارَ وَالعِرضُ أَبيَضٌ
فَكُلّthen every رِداءٍrobe يَرتَديهِhe wears it جَميلُis beautiful
فَكُلّ رِداءٍ يَرتَديهِ جَميلُ
And though he wears rags, while his honor stays white,
Every robe he wears is beautiful.
وَإِنand if هوَhe لَمdoes not يَحمِلbear عَنِon behalf of النّفسthe soul ضَيمهاits humiliation
وَإِن هوَ لَم يَحمِل عَنِ النّفس ضَيمها
وَماand not إِنindeed عَزيزone noble in النّفسِsoul إِلّاexcept حَمولُdeeply forbearing
وَما إِن عَزيز النّفسِ إِلّا حَمولُ
And if he does not shoulder his soul's burden of wrong—
And none is noble of soul save one who bears much—
فَلاthen not يَرتَجيhe hopes for حُسنَthe beauty of الثّناءِpraise وَطيبهُand its sweetness
فَلا يَرتَجي حُسنَ الثّناءِ وَطيبهُ
فَلَيسَfor there is no إِلىto حُسنِthe beauty of الثّناءِpraise سَبيلُpath
فَلَيسَ إِلى حُسنِ الثّناءِ سَبيلُ
Then he cannot hope for praise, fair and sweet;
For there is no path to fair praise.
تُعَيِّرُناshe taunts us أَنّاthat we قَليلٌare few عَديدُناour numbers
تُعَيِّرُنا أَنّا قَليلٌ عَديدُنا
وَتَقضيand decree المَعاليhigh distinctions أَنthat تَقلَّbe few الفُحولُchampions
وَتَقضي المَعالي أَن تَقلَّ الفُحولُ
She taunts us because our numbers are few,
Yet high distinction decrees that champions be few.
وَلَمّاand when قَعِنتunclear as written أَنّthat الكِرامَthe noble قَليلةٌare few
وَلَمّا قَعِنت أَنّ الكِرامَ قَليلةٌ
فَقُلتُso I said لَهاto her إِنّindeed الكِرامَthe noble قَليلُare few
فَقُلتُ لَها إِنّ الكِرامَ قَليلُ
And when she [unclear verb] that the noble were few,
I said to her, 'Indeed, the noble are few.'
وَماand not قَلَّare few مَنthose whose كانَتwere بَقاياهُtheir survivors مِثلَناlike us
وَما قَلَّ مَن كانَت بَقاياهُ مِثلَنا
فَكَمfor many a واحدٍsingle man مِنّاof us لِأَلفٍto a thousand عَديلُis equal
فَكَم واحدٍ مِنّا لِأَلفٍ عَديلُ
Nor are a people few whose survivors are like us;
For many a single man of us equals a thousand.
وَسِلسِلَةُand the chain of العَلياءِhigh honor نَحنُwe نِظامُهاits binding thread
وَسِلسِلَةُ العَلياءِ نَحنُ نِظامُها
شَبابٌyoung men تَسامَواwho rose high لِلعلىtoward the heights وَكُهولُand elders
شَبابٌ تَسامَوا لِلعلى وَكُهولُ
We are the binding thread of high honor's chain,
Young men who have risen toward the heights, and elders.
وَماand not ضَرَّناhas harmed us أَنَّاthat we قَليلٌare few وَجارُناwhile our neighbor
وَما ضَرَّنا أَنَّا قَليلٌ وَجارُنا
مُجارٌsheltered مَصونٌsafeguarded ماno إِلَيهِto him وُصولُaccess
مُجارٌ مَصونٌ ما إِلَيهِ وُصولُ
Our fewness has not harmed us, while our neighbor
Is sheltered and safeguarded, beyond all reach.
عَظيمٌgreat جَليلُillustrious in القَدرِrank سامٍexalted جِوارُهُhis protection
عَظيمٌ جَليلُ القَدرِ سامٍ جِوارُهُ
عَزيزٌmighty وَجارُwhile the neighbor of الأَكثَرينَthe more numerous ذَليلُis abased
عَزيزٌ وَجارُ الأَكثَرينَ ذَليلُ
Great, illustrious in rank, exalted in the shelter he enjoys,
Mighty, while the neighbor of the many is abased.
لَناwe have جَبلُa mountain يَحتَلّهinhabits it مَنwhoever نُجيرهُwe shelter him
لَنا جَبلُ يَحتَلّه مَن نُجيرهُ
وَلَيسَand there is no لِبَدرِfor the full moon of العزِّhonor عَنهُaway from it أُفولُsetting
وَلَيسَ لِبَدرِ العزِّ عَنهُ أُفولُ
We have a mountain where those we shelter dwell,
And over it the full moon of honor never sets.
وَحصنٌand a fortress حَصينٌstrong لاnot يطالُis reached نَزيلهits guest
وَحصنٌ حَصينٌ لا يطالُ نَزيله
مَنيعimpregnable يَردّturns back الطّرفَthe gaze وَهوَwhile it كَليلُis weary
مَنيع يَردّ الطّرفَ وَهوَ كَليلُ
And a strong fortress whose guest cannot be reached,
Impregnable, sending the gaze back weary.
رَساstood firm أَصلُهُits base تَحتَbeneath الثّرىthe soil وَسَماand rose high بِهِabove it
رَسا أَصلُهُ تَحتَ الثّرى وَسَما بِهِ
بُروجtowers شُموسِthe suns of المَجدِglory فيهاin them نُزولُlodging
بُروج شُموسِ المَجدِ فيها نُزولُ
Its base stands firm beneath the soil, and above it soar
Towers where the suns of glory lodge.
أُصولُroots of مَعالٍhigh honors فَوقَهُabove it وَعَلاand rose بِهِfrom it
أُصولُ مَعالٍ فَوقَهُ وَعَلا بِهِ
إِلىtoward النّجمِthe star فَرعٌa bough لاnot يُنالis reached طَويلُlong
إِلى النّجمِ فَرعٌ لا يُنال طَويلُ
The roots of high honors stand above it, and from it rises
A long, unreachable bough toward the star.
هوَit الأَبلَقُal-Ablaq الفَردُthe Peerless الّذيwhose سارَtraveled ذِكرُهُits renown
هوَ الأَبلَقُ الفَردُ الّذي سارَ ذِكرُهُ
وَلَيسَand there is no لَهُfor it فيin الخافِقَينِthe two horizons مَثيلُequal
وَلَيسَ لَهُ في الخافِقَينِ مَثيلُ
It is al-Ablaq the Peerless, whose renown has traveled,
And in east and west it has no equal.
عَليٌّlofty رَفيعٌexalted لاnot يُنالis reached نَزيلُهُits guest
عَليٌّ رَفيعٌ لا يُنال نَزيلُهُ
يَعِزُّis unassailable عَلىto مَنwhoever رامَهُseeks it وَيَطولُand towers high
يَعِزُّ عَلى مَن رامَهُ وَيَطولُ
Lofty and exalted, its guest beyond reach,
It defies whoever seeks it and towers high.
وَإِنّاand indeed we لَقومٌare surely a people لاnot نَرىwe deem القتلَbeing slain سُبَّةًa disgrace
وَإِنّا لَقومٌ لا نَرى القتلَ سُبَّةً
وَيَفخَرُand takes pride مِنّاamong us فيهِin it جِيلٌa generation فَجيلُthen another generation
وَيَفخَرُ مِنّا فيهِ جِيلٌ فَجيلُ
We are a people who do not count being slain a disgrace,
And among us generation after generation takes pride in it.
وَكَيفَand how نَرىcould we deem ماwhat فيهِin it فَخرٌis pride سُبَّةًa disgrace
وَكَيفَ نَرى ما فيهِ فَخرٌ سُبَّةً
إِذاwhen ماindeed رَأتهُdeem it عامِرٌAmir وَسَلولُand Salul
إِذا ما رَأتهُ عامِرٌ وَسَلولُ
How could we deem disgrace what brings us pride,
Even when Amir and Salul deem it so?
يُقَرِّبbrings near حُبُّlove of المَوتdeath آجالَناour appointed ends لَناto us
يُقَرِّب حُبُّ المَوت آجالَنا لَنا
وَلَمand not يَكُwas حُبُّlove of المَوتِdeath عنّاfrom us يَزولُdeparting
وَلَم يَكُ حُبُّ المَوتِ عنّا يَزولُ
Our love of death brings our appointed ends nearer to us,
And love of death has never departed from us.
وَدِدناهُwe loved it بُغضاًout of hatred بِالحَياةِfor life جبانةًcowardly
وَدِدناهُ بُغضاً بِالحَياةِ جبانةً
وَتَكرَهُهُand hate it آجالُهمtheir life-spans فَتَطولُso they lengthen
وَتَكرَهُهُ آجالُهم فَتَطولُ
We have loved it out of hatred for a cowardly life,
While their life-spans hate it and thus grow long.
وَماand not ماتَdied مِنّاamong us سَيّدٌa chief حَتفَthe death of أَنفِهِhis nose
وَما ماتَ مِنّا سَيّدٌ حَتفَ أَنفِهِ
وَمَوتُand the death of لُيوثِlions of الحَربِwar حَتفاًnaturally قَليلُis rare
وَمَوتُ لُيوثِ الحَربِ حَتفاً قَليلُ
No chief of ours has died a natural death,
And natural death is rare for the lions of war.
وَلاand not أَسرَcaptured الأَعداءُthe enemies مِنّاfrom us مقاتِلاًa warrior
وَلا أَسرَ الأَعداءُ مِنّا مقاتِلاً
وَلاand not ضَلَّwas lost مِنّاof ours حَيثُwherever كانَhe was قَتيلُa slain man
وَلا ضَلَّ مِنّا حَيثُ كانَ قَتيلُ
Nor have enemies captured a warrior of ours,
Nor has one of our slain been lost, wherever he lay.
تَسيلُflows عَلىupon حَدِّthe edge of الظُّباتِblades نُفوسناour lifeblood
تَسيلُ عَلى حَدِّ الظُّباتِ نُفوسنا
وَفيand on حَدِّهاtheir edge لِلأسدfor the lion نَفساa soul مَسيلُa flowing channel
وَفي حَدِّها لِلأسد نَفسا مَسيلُ
Our lifeblood flows upon the edges of blades,
And on their edges the lion's soul finds a channel.
أَنَفْسٌhas a soul? لَناof ours سالَتflowed عَلىupon غَيرِother than حدِّهاtheir edge
أَنَفْسٌ لَنا سالَت عَلى غَيرِ حدِّها
وَلَيسَتand it does not عَلىupon غَيرِother than الظّباتِblades تَسيلُflow
وَلَيسَت عَلى غَيرِ الظّباتِ تَسيلُ
Has a soul of ours flowed upon anything but their edges?
And on anything but blades it does not flow.
صَفَوْناwe were pure فَلَمand did not نكدرْgrow turbid وَأَخلصand purified سرَّناour inner nature
صَفَوْنا فَلَم نكدرْ وَأَخلص سرَّنا
حَليبٌmilk رَضِعناهُwe suckled it وَنَحنُwhile we were طفولُinfants
حَليبٌ رَضِعناهُ وَنَحنُ طفولُ
We were pure, never muddied; our inner nature was purified
By milk we suckled when we were infants.
وَطَيّبand ennobled مِنّاof us الأَصلَthe stock وَالنّفسَand the soul وَالنّدىand generosity
وَطَيّب مِنّا الأَصلَ وَالنّفسَ وَالنّدى
إِناثٌwomen أَطابَتmade noble حَملَناour bearing وَفُحولُand sires
إِناثٌ أَطابَت حَملَنا وَفُحولُ
And our stock, our souls, and our bounty were ennobled
By women who bore us nobly, and by sires.
عَلَوناwe rose إِلىto خَيرِthe noblest الظّهورِbacks وَحَطّناand brought us down
عَلَونا إِلى خَيرِ الظّهورِ وَحَطّنا
تَعزّgrows mighty العُلىhigh honor فيناin us وَتَسموand rise high الأُصولُancestral roots
تَعزّ العُلى فينا وَتَسمو الأُصولُ
We rose to the noblest backs; what brought us down—
High honors grow mighty in us, and ancestral roots rise high—
بِمَجدٍwith glory مِنَfrom الأَصلابِloins وَهيَwhile they are شَريفَةnoble
بِمَجدٍ مِنَ الأَصلابِ وَهيَ شَريفَة
لِوَقتٍin due time إِلىinto خَيرِthe noblest البطونِwombs نُزولُa descent
لِوَقتٍ إِلى خَيرِ البطونِ نُزولُ
With glory, from loins that are noble,
Was a timely descent into the noblest wombs.
وَإِنّاand indeed we كَماءِlike the water المُزنِof rain clouds ماnothing فيin ضبابناour mists
وَإِنّا كَماءِ المُزنِ ما في ضبابنا
سِوىexcept هامِلone pouring down بِالوَبلِwith heavy rain وَهوَand it هطولُrains copiously
سِوى هامِل بِالوَبلِ وَهوَ هطولُ
We are like rain-cloud water; within our mists is nothing
But one pouring heavy rain, raining abundantly.
وَإِنّاand indeed we كِرامٌgenerous لَيسَthere is not فيin سُحبِthe clouds of جورناour injustice
وَإِنّا كِرامٌ لَيسَ في سُحبِ جورنا
جَهامٌa rainless cloud وَلاand no فيناamong us يُعَدّis counted بَخيلُmiser
جَهامٌ وَلا فينا يُعَدّ بَخيلُ
And we are generous; among the clouds of our injustice
None is rainless, nor is anyone among us counted miserly.
وَنُنكِرُand we challenge إِنif شِئناwe wish عَلىagainst النّاسthe people قَولَهمtheir words
وَنُنكِرُ إِن شِئنا عَلى النّاس قَولَهم
وَإِنّاand indeed we إِلىtoward قَولِspeaking الصّوابِwhat is right نَميلُwe incline
وَإِنّا إِلى قَولِ الصّوابِ نَميلُ
We may, if we wish, challenge what others say,
And we incline toward speaking what is right.
فَلاso no خَطأerror فيهِin it نخطَّأُwe are faulted منهُمُby them
فَلا خَطأ فيهِ نخطَّأُ منهُمُ
وَلاand not يُنكِرونَthey challenge القَولَthe words حينَwhen نَقولُwe speak
وَلا يُنكِرونَ القَولَ حينَ نَقولُ
There is no error in it for them to fault us for,
And they do not challenge our words when we speak.
إِذاwhen سَيِّدٌa chief مِنّاof ours خَلاdeparts قامَarises سَيّدٌa chief
إِذا سَيِّدٌ مِنّا خَلا قامَ سَيّدٌ
هِزَبرٌa lion وَسيمُhandsome of الوجهِface وَهوَand he جَليلُmajestic
هِزَبرٌ وَسيمُ الوجهِ وَهوَ جَليلُ
When a chief of ours departs, another chief arises,
A lion, handsome of face and majestic,
رَفيعُlofty of الذّرىsummits خِدنُa companion of المُروءَةِmanly virtue وَالنّدىand generosity
رَفيعُ الذّرى خِدنُ المُروءَةِ وَالنّدى
قَؤولٌready to speak بِماof what قالَsaid الكِرامُthe noble فَعولُready to act
قَؤولٌ بِما قالَ الكِرامُ فَعولُ
Lofty of summit, companion to manly virtue and generosity,
Ready to speak as the noble speak, and ready to act.
وَماand no خَمَدتdied out نارٌfire لَناof ours دونَbefore طارِقa night visitor
وَما خَمَدت نارٌ لَنا دونَ طارِق
وَلاand not زالَceased لِلضيفانِfor guests فيهاin it دَليلُa guide
وَلا زالَ لِلضيفانِ فيها دَليلُ
No fire of ours has died out before a nighttime visitor,
Nor has it ever ceased to guide guests.
وَماand nothing فيon لِسانِthe tongue of النّاسِpeople إِلّاexcept اِمتِداحُناpraise of us
وَما في لِسانِ النّاسِ إِلّا اِمتِداحُنا
وَلاand not ذَمّناreviled us فيamong النّازِلينَthose lodging نَزيلُa guest
وَلا ذَمّنا في النّازِلينَ نَزيلُ
Nothing is on people's tongues but praise of us,
And no guest among those who lodge has ever reviled us.
وَأَيّامُناand our battle-days مَشهورةٌrenowned فيagainst عدوِّناour enemy
وَأَيّامُنا مَشهورةٌ في عدوِّنا
لِشُهرتهاbecause of their fame فيin وَصفِهاdescribing them لاnot نُطيلُwe dwell at length
لِشُهرتها في وَصفِها لا نُطيلُ
Our days against our enemy are renowned;
So famous are they, we do not dwell on their description.
فَسودٌso black عَلَيهمfor them وَهيَwhile they بِيضٌwhite لَناfor us زَهَتshone
فَسودٌ عَلَيهم وَهيَ بِيضٌ لَنا زَهَت
لَهاthey have غُرَرٌwhite forehead-blazes مَعلومَةٌwell-known وحجولُand white leg-markings
لَها غُرَرٌ مَعلومَةٌ وحجولُ
Black for them, but white for us, they shone;
They bear well-known forehead-blazes and white stockings.
وَأَسيافُناand our swords فيin كُلِّevery شَرقٍeast وَمَغرِبٍand west
وَأَسيافُنا في كُلِّ شَرقٍ وَمَغرِبٍ
لَهاthey have وَقعُthe impact of فِعلٍa deed طارَflew مِنهfrom it العقولُminds
لَها وَقعُ فِعلٍ طارَ مِنه العقولُ
And our swords, in every east and west,
Strike with a force that sends minds flying.
وَماand not كانَwas there مِنany عَيبٍflaw بِهاin them غَيرَexcept أَنّهاthat they
وَما كانَ مِن عَيبٍ بِها غَيرَ أَنّها
بِهاin them مِنfrom قِراعِclashing with الدّارِعِينarmored men فلولُnotches
بِها مِن قِراعِ الدّارِعِين فلولُ
There has been no flaw in them, except that
They bear notches from clashing with armored men.
مُعوَّدةٌaccustomed أَنthat لاnot تُسَلّbe drawn نِصالُهاtheir blades
مُعوَّدةٌ أَن لا تُسَلّ نِصالُها
وَفيand on حَدّهاtheir edge ماءُthe water of المَناياdeaths يَسيلُflows
وَفي حَدّها ماءُ المَنايا يَسيلُ
Their blades are wont never to be drawn—
Along their edge the water of death flows—
وَأَنand that لاnot تُهزَّbe brandished المَتنthe blade's back غبّafter اِستِلالِهاtheir unsheathing
وَأَن لا تُهزَّ المَتن غبّ اِستِلالِها
وَتُغمَدand be sheathed حتّىuntil يُستَباحَbe slain قَتيلُa victim
وَتُغمَد حتّى يُستَباحَ قَتيلُ
Nor their steel brandished after unsheathing,
And then sheathed before a victim is slain.
سَليask إِنْif جَهِلتِyou do not know النّاسَthe people عَنّاabout us وَعَنهُمُand about them
سَلي إِنْ جَهِلتِ النّاسَ عَنّا وَعَنهُمُ
سُؤالَthe questioning of خدينِan intimate companion of الحدِّthe blade's edge وَهوَand he سَؤولُever inquisitive
سُؤالَ خدينِ الحدِّ وَهوَ سَؤولُ
Ask people, if you do not know, about us and them,
As a companion of the blade's edge asks, ever inquisitive.
فَتَدريthen you will know حَقيقَthe truth of الأَمرِthe matter وَالعلمand knowledge نافِعٌbeneficial
فَتَدري حَقيقَ الأَمرِ وَالعلم نافِعٌ
فَلَيسَfor not سَواءٌequal عالِمٌone who knows وَجَهولُand one ignorant
فَلَيسَ سَواءٌ عالِمٌ وَجَهولُ
Then you will know the truth of the matter; knowledge is useful,
For the learned and the ignorant are not alike.
فَإِنّfor indeed بَنيthe sons of الديّانِal-Dayyan قُطبٌa pivot لِقَومِهمfor their people
فَإِنّ بَني الديّانِ قُطبٌ لِقَومِهم
هداةٌguides عَلىtoward كَسبِattaining العُلىthe heights وَدَليلُand a guide
هداةٌ عَلى كَسبِ العُلى وَدَليلُ
For Banu al-Dayyan are the pivot of their people,
Guides to winning the heights, showing the way.
وَأَبناءُand the sons of فَتحِFath اللَّهِAllah قطبٌa pivot لِحزبِهمfor their following
وَأَبناءُ فَتحِ اللَّهِ قطبٌ لِحزبِهم
تَدورُturns رَحاهُمtheir millstone حَولَهُaround it وَتَجولُand revolves
تَدورُ رَحاهُم حَولَهُ وَتَجولُ
And the sons of Fath Allah are the pivot of their following;
Around it their millstone turns and revolves.