أَماطَت كِساءَ الخَزِّ عَن حُرِّ وَجهِها

أَماطَت كِساءَ الخَزِّ عَن حُرِّ وَجهِها

وَأَرخَت عَلى المتنَينِ بُرداً مُهَلهَلا

وَأَرخَت عَلى المتنَينِ بُرداً مُهَلهَلا

She drew the silk-and-wool covering away from her fair face,

She unveiled her face of embroidered veils

And let a loosely woven mantle fall over both sides of her back.

And let down over the flexuous one a trembling coolness

مِنَ اللّائي لَم يَحجِجنَ يَبغينَ حِسبَةً

مِنَ اللّائي لَم يَحجِجنَ يَبغينَ حِسبَةً

وَلَكِن لِيَقتُلنَ البَريءَ المُغَفَّلا

وَلَكِن لِيَقتُلنَ البَريءَ المُغَفَّلا

One of those women who went on pilgrimage not seeking divine reward,

Of those who had not made the pilgrimage, but only sought a reckoning,

But rather to slay the innocent, unsuspecting man.

That they might slay the innocent, unsuspecting one