ماwhat لِيfor me وَماand what لإِبنَةِfor the daughter of المَجنُونِthe madman تَطرُقُنيshe visits me
ما لِي وَما لإِبنَةِ المَجنُونِ تَطرُقُني
بِالليلِat night إِنَّindeed نَهاريmy daytime مِنكِfrom you يَكفِينيsuffices me
بِالليلِ إِنَّ نَهاري مِنكِ يَكفِيني
What have I to do with the madman's daughter, who comes to me
What business have I with the madman's daughter knocking at my door in the night?
At night? Surely my daytime with you is enough for me.
Your daytime is enough for me.
لاnot أَخذَعُI am duped البَوَّthe stuffed calf بَوَّthe stuffed calf of الزَعمِpretence أَرأَمُهُI cherish it
لا أَخذَعُ البَوَّ بَوَّ الزَعمِ أَرأَمُهُ
وَلاand not أُقيمُI dwell بِدارِin the abode of العَجزِhelplessness وَالهُونِand humiliation
وَلا أُقيمُ بِدارِ العَجزِ وَالهُونِ
I will not be duped into cherishing a stuffed calf—a calf of pretence—
I don't cheat the wind with empty boasts - do I look like a braggart?
Nor dwell in the abode of helplessness and humiliation.
Nor do I stay in the house of weakness and disgrace.
وَشرُّand the worst حَشوِcontents of خِباءٍa tent أَنتَyou مُولِجُهُputting it inside
وَشرُّ حَشوِ خِباءٍ أَنتَ مُولِجُهُ
مَجنونَةٌa madwoman هُنَّباءٌwitless بِنتُdaughter of مَجنُونِa madman
مَجنونَةٌ هُنَّباءٌ بِنتُ مَجنُونِ
And the worst thing you can lodge inside a tent
The worst thatch for a shack is when you are the one who put it together,
Is a mad, witless woman, a madman's daughter.
You mad, foolish girl, daughter of a madman.
تَستَخبِثُshe deems foul الوَطبَthe milk-skin لَمhas not تَنقُصshe weakened مَرِيرَتَهُits tightly twisted cord
تَستَخبِثُ الوَطبَ لَم تَنقُص مَرِيرَتَهُ
وَتَقضِمُand she gnaws الحَبَّthe grain صِرفاًjust as it is غَيرَnot مَطحُونِground
وَتَقضِمُ الحَبَّ صِرفاً غَيرَ مَطحُونِ
She deems the milk-skin foul without weakening its tightly twisted cord,
You make the perfume go bad, you don't reduce its bitterness,
And gnaws the grain just as it is, unground.
And you destroy love, breaking it before it's ground.
Sol 6.1