يا بَني الصَيداءِ رُدّوا فَرَسي

يا بَني الصَيداءِ رُدّوا فَرَسي

إِنَّما يُفعَلُ هَذا بِالذَليل

إِنَّما يُفعَلُ هَذا بِالذَليل

O sons of al-Sayda, give back my horse.

O people of Syda, return my horse to me

This is done only to the lowly.

This is only done to the disgraced one

لا تَذيلوهُ فَإِنّي لَم أَكُن

لا تَذيلوهُ فَإِنّي لَم أَكُن

يا بَني الصَيدا لِمُهري بِالمُذيل

يا بَني الصَيدا لِمُهري بِالمُذيل

Do not debase him, for I have never been

Do not disgrace him, for I have never been

O sons of al-Sayda, one to debase my colt.

O people of Syda, one who accepts the dower from the disgraced one

عَوِّدوهُ كَالَّذي عَوَّدتُهُ

عَوِّدوهُ كَالَّذي عَوَّدتُهُ

دَلَجَ اللَيلِ وَإيطاءَ القَتيل

دَلَجَ اللَيلِ وَإيطاءَ القَتيل

Accustom him as I accustomed him:

Accustom him as I had accustomed him

To night travel and trampling the slain.

To trotting through the night and trampling over the slain

أَحمِلُ الزِقَّ عَلى مَنسِجِهِ

أَحمِلُ الزِقَّ عَلى مَنسِجِهِ

فَيَظَلُّ نَشواناً يَميل

فَيَظَلُّ نَشواناً يَميل

I carry the wineskin upon his withers,

I carry the saddle on its blanket

And he remains tipsy, swaying.

So it remains restless, swaying