بَنيsons of عَمِّناour paternal uncle لاdo not تَبعَثواstir up الحَربَwar إِنَّنيindeed I
بَني عَمِّنا لا تَبعَثوا الحَربَ إِنَّني
أَرىI see الحَربَwar أَمسَتhas become مُفكِهاًin heat قَدalready أصَنَّتِshe has raised her head, eager to mate
أَرى الحَربَ أَمسَت مُفكِهاً قَد أصَنَّتِ
Sons of our uncle, do not stir up war, for I
O sons of my uncle, do not provoke war, for
see war has come into heat, her head already raised.
I see war has become a joke, though it is a serious matter
Sol 6.1