أبَاO father of جِيدَJīd قدْindeed أَمَّمْتُI headed toward بَحْرَكَyour sea جَائِداًthirsting
أبَا جِيدَ قدْ أَمَّمْتُ بَحْرَكَ جَائِداً
لِأَكْرَعَso I may drink فِيin سَلْسَالِclear, flowing water عَذْبِsweet الْمَوَاهِبِthe gifts
لِأَكْرَعَ فِي سَلْسَالِ عَذْبِ الْمَوَاهِبِ
O Abū Jīd, I have come thirsting to your sea,
O Abu Jaid, I sailed your sea generously
O Aba Jid, I have set my course toward your bountiful sea,
To drink from the clear, sweet waters of gifts.
To quench my thirst from the chain of sweet gifts
To drink deeply from the pure, sweet waters of your gifts.
أبَاO father of جِيدَJīd جِيدُneck الْكِيسِof the purse أَصْبَحَhas become عَاطِلاًunadorned
أبَا جِيدَ جِيدُ الْكِيسِ أَصْبَحَ عَاطِلاً
وَغَالَتْand snatched away عُقُودَnecklaces الْوَفْرِكَفُّof wealth; the hand of النَّوَائِبِcalamities
وَغَالَتْ عُقُودَ الْوَفْرِكَفُّ النَّوَائِبِ
O Abū Jīd, the purse’s neck has become bare,
O Abu Jaid, the best of men, you've now left
O Aba Jid, the neck of my purse has been stripped bare,
And the hand of calamities has snatched away the necklaces of wealth.
While the necklaces of abundance have grown expensive
And the hand of misfortune has snatched away the necklaces of abundance.
Sol 6.1