إِسقِنيgive me to drink شُربَةa draught تُرَوّيquenches مُشاشيmy bones’ soft ends
إِسقِني شُربَة تُرَوّي مُشاشي
ثُمَّthen مِلturn فَاِسقِthen give to drink مِثلَهاone like it اِبنَson of زِيادِZiyad
ثُمَّ مِل فَاِسقِ مِثلَها اِبنَ زِيادِ
Give me a draught that slakes my very bones,
Quench my thirst with a drink to satisfy my cravings
Then turn and give Ibn Ziyad one like it—
Then pour another for Ibn Ziyad alike
صاحِبَkeeper of السِرِّthe secret وَالأَمانَةِand the trust عِنديwith me
صاحِبَ السِرِّ وَالأَمانَةِ عِندي
وَلِتَسديدِand for setting right مَغنَميmy spoils وَجِهاديand my warfare
وَلِتَسديدِ مَغنَمي وَجِهادي
My confidant and trusted man—
The keeper of secrets and trust in my eyes
And for setting my spoils and my warfare right.
And to further my gains and holy war