فَلَو أَنَّ أَيامَ المَنونِ تَرَكنَنا

فَلَو أَنَّ أَيامَ المَنونِ تَرَكنَنا

فَعِشنا مَعاً ما ضَرَّنا مَن تُخُرِّما

فَعِشنا مَعاً ما ضَرَّنا مَن تُخُرِّما

So, had the days of death left us alone,

If only the days of demise had left us be

and we had lived together, no one's death would have hurt us;

And we lived together, unharmed by their harm

وَمازالَ مِنّا حامِلٌ لِلوائِنا

وَمازالَ مِنّا حامِلٌ لِلوائِنا

وَموقِدُ نارٍ لِلنَدى حَيثُ يَمَّما

وَموقِدُ نارٍ لِلنَدى حَيثُ يَمَّما

and among us there would always have been a bearer of our banner,

One of us would still carry our banner

and a kindler of a fire for generosity wherever he headed.

And kindle a fire for the dew wherever it led

وَلَكِنَّ أَياماً مِنَ الدَهرِ أَحدَثَت

وَلَكِنَّ أَياماً مِنَ الدَهرِ أَحدَثَت

لَنا حَدَثاً أَوهى عُروشاً وَهَدَّما

لَنا حَدَثاً أَوهى عُروشاً وَهَدَّما

But days of time brought about

But some days of fate wrought

for us a calamity that weakened thrones and brought them down.

New events for us, razing our glories

وَما زادَنا عَضُّ الثِقافِ قَناتَنا

وَما زادَنا عَضُّ الثِقافِ قَناتَنا

وَلا شِدَّةُ العَزّاءِ إِلا تَكَرُّما

وَلا شِدَّةُ العَزّاءِ إِلا تَكَرُّما

And the straightening clamp's bite on our spear-shaft added nothing to us,

The bite of grief brought us no surcease

nor did the severity of hardship, save nobility.

Nor did depths of consolation engender calm