أيها المُطَّلون بعدي حَذارِ

أيها المُطَّلون بعدي حَذارِ

إنَّ بعضَ الصُّخورِ طالُب ثارِ

إنَّ بعضَ الصُّخورِ طالُب ثارِ

O you who apply depilatory after me, beware!

O you who come after me, beware!

Indeed, some rocks seek revenge.

Some rocks bear grudges still unsated.

رُبَّ يومٍ ظَلَلْتُ فيه وقيداً

رُبَّ يومٍ ظَلَلْتُ فيه وقيداً

أَتشكَّى حريقَ نارٍ بنارِ

أَتشكَّى حريقَ نارٍ بنارِ

Many a day I remained as fuel,

Full many a day dragged I my chain

Complaining of one fire's burning with another.

And quenched the flames of rage with rage.

مِئزَرٌ كَانَ غايةَ النَّفعِ أضحَى

مِئزَرٌ كَانَ غايةَ النَّفعِ أضحَى

وهُوَ اليومَ غايةُ الأضرارِ

وهُوَ اليومَ غايةُ الأضرارِ

A waistcloth, once the height of usefulness, has become

My loincloth, once so kind a friend,

Today the height of harm.

Is now my direst foe.

وسراويلُ سُنْدُسٍ عادَ وَشْياً

وسراويلُ سُنْدُسٍ عادَ وَشْياً

مُؤلِماً جافياً على الأَبشارِ

مُؤلِماً جافياً على الأَبشارِ

And trousers of fine silk have become brocade,

My shirking shifts of sendal silk

Painful and harsh against the skin.

Grip and chafe my body raw.

فكأنَّ الأفخاذَ تُلذَعُ منه

فكأنَّ الأفخاذَ تُلذَعُ منه

بِشَرارٍ يطيرُ إثرَ شَرارِ

بِشَرارٍ يطيرُ إثرَ شَرارِ

So it is as though the thighs were seared by it

Their touch upon my thighs is like

With sparks flying, spark after spark.

Hot cinders blown upon my flesh.

أخذَتْ ثأرَها الحجارةُ مِنّي

أخذَتْ ثأرَها الحجارةُ مِنّي

وسِوائي أصابَها بالثارِ

وسِوائي أصابَها بالثارِ

The stones have taken their revenge on me,

The stones have had their vengeance on me,

Though someone else had inflicted the injury they avenged.

While my clothes took vengeance on the stones!