مَن يَكُن ذا لِقَحٍ راِخياتِ

مَن يَكُن ذا لِقَحٍ راِخياتِ

فَلِقاحي ما تَذُوقُ الشَّعيرا

فَلِقاحي ما تَذُوقُ الشَّعيرا

Whoever has milch camels yielding freely—

Who has tender sprigs to graze,

Yet my milch camels taste no barley.

My grazing is not on barley.

بَل حَوابٍ في ظِلالِ فَسيلٍ

بَل حَوابٍ في ظِلالِ فَسيلٍ

مُلِئَت أَجوافُهُنَّ عَصيرا

مُلِئَت أَجوافُهُنَّ عَصيرا

Rather, they are great jars in the shade of young date palms,

Rather, slender-waisted gazelles

Their bellies filled with pressed juice.

In the shade of torrents overflowing with juice,

فَتَهادَرنَ لِذاكَ زَماناً

فَتَهادَرنَ لِذاكَ زَماناً

ثُمَّ مُوِّتنَ فَكُنَّ قُبُورا

ثُمَّ مُوِّتنَ فَكُنَّ قُبُورا

So they rumbled to one another because of it for a time,

Who tumbled for a time,

Then they were put to death and became tombs.

Then died and became graves.