وَإِنَّ الَّذي يَجري لِسُخطي وَرِيبَتي

وَإِنَّ الَّذي يَجري لِسُخطي وَرِيبَتي

لَكَ الوَيلُ ريحَ الكَلبِ إِن كُنتَ تَعقِلُ

لَكَ الوَيلُ ريحَ الكَلبِ إِن كُنتَ تَعقِلُ

And indeed, whoever strives to provoke my anger and suspicion—

And verily, he who incurs my wrath and suspicion

Woe to you, O dog's stench, if you have any sense—

Woe unto you, O stinking wind, if you were reasonable!

لكَالمُستَبيلِ الأُسدَ والمَوتُ دونَ ما

لكَالمُستَبيلِ الأُسدَ والمَوتُ دونَ ما

يُحاوِلُ مِن أَبوالِها إِذ تَبَوَّلُ

يُحاوِلُ مِن أَبوالِها إِذ تَبَوَّلُ

is surely like one seeking urine from lions, while death bars the way to what

For you are like one who provokes the lion and courting death, short of

he seeks of their urine when they urinate.

What issues from its den when nature calls!