Текст и перевод песни Eidha Al Menhali - Menhaf Al Saab

Menhaf Al Saab

مرحبا يامرحبا ثم مرحبابه
ملتقى الوثبه ونشكر داعمينه

مهرجان الوثبه الدعم يحضابه
وسيف بو خالد عنوله طالبينه

شوط سيف الشعب يحسبله حسابه
القبايل ب الهجن مستهدفينه

الصعب بن مرخان حضرله و يابه
والاسد من عادته يحمي عرينه

بحايله منحاف روح في طلابه
السبوق الي فعلها شايفينه

يوم قفت كنها ظبي العدابه
ابعدت عنهن ووصلتها محينه

سدها بعد المسافه مادرابه
وغزر يوفن مايعبر اكسجينه

رقبتها سيف والمنحر نصابه
وخدها من كل ريس مزعفرينه

ناقة الي كل صعبن مايهابه
بو عبيد ويعلها تبطي سنينه

سلم التتويج ف الوثبة رقابه
وصار سيف الحول في قبضة يمينه

وكفو فاز برمز والبندق لفابه
وفالمنصه سلم رموزه الثنينه

استلم سيفه وفي مرغم ضوابه
ويالبه بين عربه ومشجعينه

سبق هجن الصعب لمشاهد حكابه
قدمن عرضًا يمتّع ناظرينه

احضرن وحضورهن كلن درابه
فعلهن في كل محفل عارفينه

سبقهن وشعارهن ماله مشابه
ع المباشر يفرح اللي متابعينه

هجن شهماً مثلّ بلاده و لابه
في منصات الخليج متوجينه

والغفيلي السيف سله من جرابه
وعالجهود اللي بذلها شاكرينه

Menhaf Al Saab

Welcome, welcome, a thousand welcomes, my love.
A gathering at Al Wathba, and thanks to its supporters.

Al Wathba Festival, support graces it, my dear.
And Saif bin Khalid, they seek his leadership.

Saif Al Shaab's round, they reckon with him, sweetheart.
The tribes with their camels are targeting him.

Al Sa'ab bin Murkhan attended it and honored it, darling.
And the lion, by nature, protects his den.

With his skill, Menhaf seeks its attainment, my beautiful.
The lead he achieved, they all witnessed.

When she stood, she was like a graceful gazelle, my queen.
She distanced herself from them and reached her appointed time.

He blocked her after the distance, unaware of her training, my love.
And Ghazir Yoofan, his oxygen won't cross.

Her neck is a sword, and the jugular is its target, my precious.
And he took it from every leader, saffron-clad.

The she-camel that every difficulty doesn't intimidate, my darling.
Bu Obaid, may her years be long.

The podium of victory at Al Wathba is monitored, sweetheart.
And the sword of the year is in his right hand.

Bravo! He won the symbol, and the rifle is wrapped around it, my love.
And on the podium, he received his two symbols.

He received his sword amidst the clamor of drums, my dear.
And his pride is between his car and his supporters.

The race of Al Sa'ab's camels, to witness its story, my sweetheart.
They presented a show that delights its viewers.

They attended, and their attendance, everyone is aware of it, my love.
Their deeds in every gathering are known.

Their race and their slogan have no equal, my dear.
On the live broadcast, it delights those who follow them.

Camels of chivalry, representing their country and their people, my love.
On the Gulf's podiums, they are crowned.

And Al Ghafeli, the sword is handed to him from its sheath, my dear.
And for the efforts he made, they thank him.