أَدماءُtawny-hued فيamid وَضَحٍwhiteness يَكادُalmost إِزارُهاher waist-wrap
أَدماءُ في وَضَحٍ يَكادُ إِزارُها
يُقويgoes hungry وَيشبِعُand satisfies ماhow أَحبَّdear إِزارُهاher waist-wrap
يُقوي وَيشبِعُ ما أَحبَّ إِزارُها
Tawny amid whiteness, her waist-wrap almost
Bloodshed at dawn, her dress almost
goes hungry and satisfies—how dear her waist-wrap is!
Satisfies and feeds what her dress loves.
وَاِنغَسَّand plunged فيinto كَدَرِthe murk of الطمالِthe stagnant pools دُعامِصٌtadpoles
وَاِنغَسَّ في كَدَرِ الطمالِ دُعامِصٌ
حُمرُred البُطونِof belly قَصيرَةٌshort أَعمارُهاtheir lifespans
حُمرُ البُطونِ قَصيرَةٌ أَعمارُها
And tadpoles plunged into the murk of stagnant pools,
If she plunges into the mud of pools,
red-bellied, their lifespans short.
Short-lived are the red-bellied hyenas.
خُطباءorators لاnot خرقٌbunglers وَلاnor غُللٌtraitors إِذاwhen
خُطباء لا خرقٌ وَلا غُللٌ إِذا
خُطَباءُorators غَيرِهِمُother than them أَغَلَّacted treacherously شِرارُهاthe worst of them
خُطَباءُ غَيرِهِمُ أَغَلَّ شِرارُها
Orators, neither bunglers nor traitors, when
Orators with no patches or mantle-ends when
the worst among other orators betray their trust.
Other orators' evils are more expensive.
وَغَداًand tomorrow نَوائِحُmourners مُعوِلاتٌwailing بِالضُحىin the forenoon
وَغَداً نَوائِحُ مُعوِلاتٌ بِالضُحى
ورقٌgray doves تَلوحُappear فَكلُّهُنَّso all of them قِصارُهاits short ones
ورقٌ تَلوحُ فَكلُّهُنَّ قِصارُها
And tomorrow, mourners wailing in the forenoon—
And tomorrow at dawn, wailing women
gray doves appear, all of them its short ones.
With axes - all their blades are short.
Sol 6.1