إِنif تَنسُبونيyou trace my lineage تَنسُبواyou trace the lineage of ذاa possessor of دَسيعَةٍgreat generosity
إِن تَنسُبوني تَنسُبوا ذا دَسيعَةٍ
بَريئاًfree مِنَfrom الآفاتِblemishes وَالنَقصِand shortcomings ماجِداnoble
بَريئاً مِنَ الآفاتِ وَالنَقصِ ماجِدا
If you trace my lineage, you trace that of a man of bounty,
If you trace my lineage, you trace one with glorious deeds
Noble, free of blemishes and shortcomings.
Free from defects and shortcomings, glorious
تَكَنَّفُهُencompass him أَنسابُlineages ذُبيانَDhubyan كُلِّهاall of them
تَكَنَّفُهُ أَنسابُ ذُبيانَ كُلِّها
وَنالَand he struck بِأَظفارٍwith claws عَدُوّاًan enemy أَباعِداfar-off
وَنالَ بِأَظفارٍ عَدُوّاً أَباعِدا
All the lineages of Dhubyan encompass him,
Encompassed by the lineages of all tribes
And with his claws he struck a far-off foe.
And who grasped a remote enemy with his claws
وَلَنand will not يَجِدواthey find فيin مَوطِنٍa gathering place عِندَbeside سَرحَةٍa spreading tree
وَلَن يَجِدوا في مَوطِنٍ عِندَ سَرحَةٍ
إِذاwhen ذُمَّare reviled أَقوامٌclans لِعِرضِيَagainst my honor ناشِداsomeone seeking to impugn
إِذا ذُمَّ أَقوامٌ لِعِرضِيَ ناشِدا
Nor will they find, at a gathering beside a spreading tree,
And they will not find in any homeland near a meadow
When clans are reviled, anyone seeking to impugn my honor.
When some people blame my honor, seeking help
وَقَدand indeed عَلِمواthey know أَنthat لاnot أَجَرَّI bring down عَلَيهِمُupon them
وَقَد عَلِموا أَن لا أَجَرَّ عَلَيهِمُ
مِنَof المُخزِياتِshameful deeds ماthat which يَكونُbecomes القَلائِداnecklaces
مِنَ المُخزِياتِ ما يَكونُ القَلائِدا
And they know that I bring upon them none
And they knew that I do not hurl at them
Of the shameful deeds that become necklaces.
Any of the disgraces that form necklaces
وَكَمand how many مُفرِهاتٍshe-camels bearing fine offspring مِنof عِشارٍten-month-pregnant she-camels مَنَحتُهاI granted them
وَكَم مُفرِهاتٍ مِن عِشارٍ مَنَحتُها
فُلولَbroken survivors سِنينٍfamine years لاnot تُدَرّونَyou make yield milk ساعِداa milk duct
فُلولَ سِنينٍ لا تُدَرّونَ ساعِدا
And how many fine-breeding, heavily pregnant she-camels I have given
And how many rejected trifles from a tithe I have given
To those broken by famine years, while you could make no teat yield milk.
To remnants of years whose elbow you cannot push back