خَليلَيَّmy two friends إِنِّيindeed I ضِقْتُI felt constrained ذَرْعَاًin capacity بِمَنْزلٍby a dwelling
خَليلَيَّ إِنِّي ضِقْتُ ذَرْعَاً بِمَنْزلٍ
يُعانِيstruggles with بِهِin it الرُّوّادُthe pasture-seekers رَعْيَgrazing هَشيمِdry, broken vegetation
يُعانِي بِهِ الرُّوّادُ رَعْيَ هَشيمِ
My two friends, I can no longer endure a dwelling
where pasture-seekers struggle to graze on withered grass.
وَخَيَّمْتُand I pitched my tent بَيْنَbetween اثْنَيْنِtwo men مُثْرٍa wealthy man مُبَخَّلٍdeemed miserly
وَخَيَّمْتُ بَيْنَ اثْنَيْنِ مُثْرٍ مُبَخَّلٍ
وَأَرْوَعَand a noble man طَلْقِopen الرّاحَتَيْنِthe two palms عَديمِdestitute
وَأَرْوَعَ طَلْقِ الرّاحَتَيْنِ عَديمِ
And I pitched my tent between two men: a rich man deemed miserly,
and a noble man, openhanded yet destitute.
وَشَرُّand the worst بِلادِlands اللهِof God ماthat which سَادَruled أَهْلَهُits people
وَشَرُّ بِلادِ اللهِ ما سَادَ أَهْلَهُ
أَراَذِلُbase men لاnot يَرْعَوْنَthey respect حَقّthe due of كريمِa noble man
أَراَذِلُ لا يَرْعَوْنَ حَقّ كريمِ
And the worst of God's lands is one whose people are ruled
by base men who do not respect a noble man's due.
وَمَنْand whoever كانَmay be مَغْمورَobscure النِّجارِin lineage فَإِنَّنيthen indeed I
وَمَنْ كانَ مَغْمورَ النِّجارِ فَإِنَّني
مِنَfrom الشَّرَفِnobility الوضَّاحِradiant قُدَّwas cut أَديميmy skin
مِنَ الشَّرَفِ الوضَّاحِ قُدَّ أَديمي
And whoever may be of obscure lineage, as for me,
my skin was cut from radiant nobility.
أَعُدُّI count أَبَاًa forefather لَوْif أَنَّهُthat he وَلَدَbegot الوَرىall mankind
أَعُدُّ أَبَاً لَوْ أَنَّهُ وَلَدَ الوَرى
لَماwould not الْتَحَقَتْhave been linked أَعْراقُهُمْtheir bloodlines بِلَئيمِto an ignoble man
لَما الْتَحَقَتْ أَعْراقُهُمْ بِلَئيمِ
I count among my forebears one who, had he begotten all mankind,
their bloodlines would never have been linked to an ignoble man.
Sol 6.1