ما تَجْزَعُ الشَّاةُ إذا شُحِطَتْ

ما تَجْزَعُ الشَّاةُ إذا شُحِطَتْ

من ألمِ الذَّبْح ولا السَّلْخِ

من ألمِ الذَّبْح ولا السَّلْخِ

The ewe, when slaughtered, does not quail

The sheep is not pained when it is slaughtered,

at the pain of slaughter or skinning,

Nor from the skinning, nor from being disjointed,

ولا من التَّفْصِيلِ مَنْكُوسَةً

ولا من التَّفْصِيلِ مَنْكُوسَةً

ولا من الشَّيِّ ولا الطَّبْخ

ولا من الشَّيِّ ولا الطَّبْخ

nor at being cut apart, upside down,

Nor from the boiling, nor the cooking.

nor at roasting or cooking.

But it is pained by a simple iron rod

لكنها تجزع من خَلَّةٍ

لكنها تجزع من خَلَّةٍ

تَقْدَحُ في الأحْشَاءِ بالمرْخِ

تَقْدَحُ في الأحْشَاءِ بالمرْخِ

But she dreads one thing

That pierces through its guts.

that strikes fire in her entrails with markh wood:

It fears that your poetry will be inscribed

تُشْفِقُ أنْ يُكْتَبَ في جلدها

تُشْفِقُ أنْ يُكْتَبَ في جلدها

شِعْرُك يا ذا القَرْنِ والكَشْخِ

شِعْرُك يا ذا القَرْنِ والكَشْخِ

she fears that on her hide there may be written

On its skin, O horned and unkempt one!

your poetry, O horn-bearing cuckold.