لَعَمرُ أَبيكَ يا صَخر بنُ لَيلى

لَعَمرُ أَبيكَ يا صَخر بنُ لَيلى

لَقَد عَيثَرتَ طَيرَكَ لَو تَعيفُ

لَقَد عَيثَرتَ طَيرَكَ لَو تَعيفُ

By your father's life, O Sakhr son of Layla,

By the life of your father, O Sakhr, son of Layla

You have indeed roused your birds—if you can read their omens.

You would flounder your bird, if only it were frail