ثَلاثُِ مَآرِبٍ عَنسٌ وَكورٌ

ثَلاثُِ مَآرِبٍ عَنسٌ وَكورٌ

وَنَهجٌ قَد أَبانَ فَهَل بُكورُ

وَنَهجٌ قَد أَبانَ فَهَل بُكورُ

Three wishes: a sturdy she-camel and a saddle,

Three fateful events, aching grief and blindness,

and a road now clear—shall we set out at dawn?

And a path that has become clear, so is there any dawn?

وَبَعضُ الناسِ في الدُنيا كَطَيرٍ

وَبَعضُ الناسِ في الدُنيا كَطَيرٍ

أَوانِفَ أَن تُلائِمُها الوُكورُ

أَوانِفَ أَن تُلائِمُها الوُكورُ

And some people in this world are like birds,

And some people in this world are like birds,

too proud for nests to suit them.

Their beaks are too delicate for blindness.

ذُكورٌ لا إِناثَ لَها وَلَكِن

ذُكورٌ لا إِناثَ لَها وَلَكِن

قَرائِنُها المُهَنَّدَةُ الذُكورُ

قَرائِنُها المُهَنَّدَةُ الذُكورُ

Males with no females of their own—but

Males without females, but

their mates are keen-edged swords of Indian steel.

Their effeminate companions are males.

عَرَفتُكُمُ بَني حَوّاءَ قِدماً

عَرَفتُكُمُ بَني حَوّاءَ قِدماً

فَكُلُّكُمُ أَخو ضِغنٍ مَكورُ

فَكُلُّكُمُ أَخو ضِغنٍ مَكورُ

I have long known you, sons of Eve:

I have long known you, o sons of Eve,

so each of you harbors rancor and is full of guile.

You are all the brothers of an ungrateful complainer.

وَما فيكُم عَلى الإِحسانِ جازٍ

وَما فيكُم عَلى الإِحسانِ جازٍ

وَلا مِنكُم عَلى النُعمى شَكورُ

وَلا مِنكُم عَلى النُعمى شَكورُ

And none among you repays kindness,

And none of you rewards good deeds,

nor is any of you grateful for a favor.

Nor is any among you grateful for blessings.