وَلِيand I have صاحِبٌa companion لاdoes not يَصحبtolerate الضّيمَhumiliation ربُّهُits master
وَلِي صاحِبٌ لا يَصحب الضّيمَ ربُّهُ
لَهُit has فيin دِماءِthe blood of الدّارعينarmored men قِرابُa sheath
لَهُ في دِماءِ الدّارعين قِرابُ
And I have a companion whose master will not tolerate humiliation;
I have a friend who does not befriend the unjust, though his Lord is their Lord too.
Its sheath is in the blood of armored men.
He sheds the blood of armored warriors, and is of close kin to them.
وَأَسمرُand a dusky spear عَسّالُquivering الكعوبِthe shaft's joints سنانُهُits spearhead
وَأَسمرُ عَسّالُ الكعوبِ سنانُهُ
رَسولُa messenger المَناياof death فيin يَديهِhis two hands كتابُa letter
رَسولُ المَنايا في يَديهِ كتابُ
And a dusky spear, quivering at the joints—its point
Brown is the complexion of this energetic swordsman, whose teeth are like arrows.
Is death's messenger, with a letter in his hands.
He is the messenger of death, with a book in his hands.
إِذاwhen ماever (emphasis) وَجاit pierces أوfirst fragment of أوداج: jugular veins داجَsecond fragment of أوداج: jugular veins قَرْنof an adversary مُصمّمٍresolute
إِذا ما وَجا أو داجَ قَرْن مُصمّمٍ
أعادit brings back مشيبَthe grayness of age الوجهِof the face وهوthough it is شبابُyouthful
أعاد مشيبَ الوجهِ وهو شبابُ
Whenever it pierces the jugular veins of a resolute foe,
Whenever a stubborn foe approaches or withdraws,
It brings age's grayness to a face still young.
He restores the faded face of youth back to youthfulness.
ملانِيَhas filled me فخراًwith pride أنّكَthat you are اليومَtoday والديmy father
ملانِيَ فخراً أنّكَ اليومَ والدي
وأنَّكَand that you are طَوْديmy mountain والأنامwhile humankind شِعابُravines
وأنَّكَ طَوْدي والأنام شِعابُ
It fills me with pride that today you are my father,
You make me proud today by being my father,
And that you are my mountain, while humankind are ravines.
My pillar, while people are mere ruins.
أَلَستَare you not منَamong القومِthe people الذينَwho إذاwhen دنَوْاthey draw near
أَلَستَ منَ القومِ الذينَ إذا دنَوْا
لِحَربٍto battle تَدانتْdraw near أرْؤُسٌheads ورقابُand necks
لِحَربٍ تَدانتْ أرْؤُسٌ ورقابُ
Are you not among those at whose approach
Are you not one of those men who when war draws near,
To battle, heads and necks draw near?
Heads and necks converge?
سيوفُهُمُtheir swords أَلحاظُهمtheir glances وقناتهُمْand their lance
سيوفُهُمُ أَلحاظُهم وقناتهُمْ
سواعدُهمْtheir forearms مهماwhenever اِستَحرَّgrows fierce ضِرابُthe clash of blows
سواعدُهمْ مهما اِستَحرَّ ضِرابُ
Their swords are their glances, and their lance is
Their swords are their shields, their spears their forearms,
Their forearms whenever the clash of blows grows fierce.
No matter how violent the striking.