لَقَدindeed لَجَنتshe has balked بِالمالِwith the wealth خَوصاءُa narrow-eyed she-camel ضامِرٌlean
لَقَد لَجَنت بِالمالِ خَوصاءُ ضامِرٌ
وَكَيفَand how لَهاfor her أَنَّthat اللُجَينَsilver لَجينُpounded leaf-fodder
وَكَيفَ لَها أَنَّ اللُجَينَ لَجينُ
A lean, narrow-eyed she-camel has indeed balked with the wealth;
And how could she know that silver is leaf-fodder?
وَنَحنُand we بَنوsons of هَذاthis التُرابِdust فَلاso do not تَبِتspend the night
وَنَحنُ بَنو هَذا التُرابِ فَلا تَبِت
مُسِرَّsecretly harboring غَرامٍanguish أَنthat يُقالَone be called هَجينُbaseborn
مُسِرَّ غَرامٍ أَن يُقالَ هَجينُ
We are sons of this dust, so do not spend the night
Secretly nursing anguish at being called baseborn.
حَياتِيَmy life تَعذيبٌtorment وَمَوتِيَand my death راحَةٌrest
حَياتِيَ تَعذيبٌ وَمَوتِيَ راحَةٌ
وَكُلُّand every اِبنِson of أُنثىa woman فيin التُرابِthe dust سَجينُa prisoner
وَكُلُّ اِبنِ أُنثى في التُرابِ سَجينُ
My life is torment, and my death is rest;
And every woman's son is a prisoner in the dust.
أَقَبريis my grave بِوَهدٍin a hollow أَمor وَجينٍstony high ground أَحُلُّهُI shall inhabit it
أَقَبري بِوَهدٍ أَم وَجينٍ أَحُلُّهُ
فَإِنَّfor indeed أَديمَthe skin of الآدَمِيِّthe human being وَجينُbattered
فَإِنَّ أَديمَ الآدَمِيِّ وَجينُ
Is my grave, where I shall dwell, in a hollow or on stony high ground?
For human skin is battered.
Sol 6.1