سلام ما قبيلي بيذرا شعير

سلام ما قبيلي بيذرا شعير

ويملى لك المتبان

ويملى لك المتبان

Greetings, as long as a tribesman winnows barley

Greetings, my tribe is not planting barley

and fills your straw store;

And he dictates analysts to you

وما فوق مرجو يزبط جعير

وما فوق مرجو يزبط جعير

وما غرد الدشمان

وما غرد الدشمان

and as long as a donkey farts atop Marju

And above the pasture is set on fire

and the dishman bird sings;

And the enemies did not sing

وما سرحوا للبتول الفطير

وما سرحوا للبتول الفطير

إلى سابلة سعوان

إلى سابلة سعوان

and as long as they send unleavened bread to the ploughman

And they did not roam to the chaste virgin

along the Sa'wan thoroughfare;

To Sabla Saawan

وما قاع حوشان الافيح مطير

وما قاع حوشان الافيح مطير

وما خربت عمران

وما خربت عمران

and as long as the broad plain of Hawshan receives rain

And the valley of houses did not rain heavily

and Amran lies in ruins.

And civilization did not get ruined

إلى من قوامه إذا انوى يسير

إلى من قوامه إذا انوى يسير

يقطى له المران

يقطى له المران

To the man whose legs, whenever he means to walk,

To those whose stance, when intending to walk

need ash-wood staffs cut for him.

The meadows are cut for him

تقل عاد معه في مكانه خبير

تقل عاد معه في مكانه خبير

وهو يسرح الحرقان

وهو يسرح الحرقان

You'd think he still had a companion there with him

You say his companion returned to his place, an expert

as he lets loose his scorching farts;

And he releases the burning

أو الا تقل قد ذفل في السرير

أو الا تقل قد ذفل في السرير

معه كرس في الديوان

معه كرس في الديوان

or else you'd think he had shat in bed,

Or do you not say he withered on the bed

with a heap of dung in the sitting room.

With him a bowl in the diwan

وبشر على هو خرج لك بعاع

وبشر على هو خرج لك بعاع

أو الا معك معلوف

أو الا معك معلوف

And bring good news: a bleater has come your way,

And rejoice, he went out to you with a cane

or else you have a fattened beast—

Or else do you have supplies

طلى ذو سرى ثربته كالقراع

طلى ذو سرى ثربته كالقراع

وصوفه قدوه منتوف

وصوفه قدوه منتوف

a ram lamb whose belly-fat has become like gourds,

The one with the hidden pain, his spun wool like a pumpkin

and whose wool is already plucked.

And his wool, a tailored garment