أَنُحتُDid I lament? جَهلاًin ignorance وَقَدand already ناحَتshe wailed مُطَوَّقَةٌa ring-necked one
أَنُحتُ جَهلاً وَقَد ناحَت مُطَوَّقَةٌ
مِنَamong الحَمامِthe doves عَلىon خَضراءَa green tree مَقلودَهgarlanded
مِنَ الحَمامِ عَلى خَضراءَ مَقلودَه
Did I lament in ignorance, while a ring-necked dove had wailed
Do I carve ignorance when a dovecote has lamented
among the doves, upon a garlanded green tree?
Over a green perch her chicks taken away?
قامَتshe stood علىon الناعِمِthe tender الأَملودِthe supple bough هاتِفَةًcalling out
قامَت على الناعِمِ الأَملودِ هاتِفَةً
وَماand not تُشاقُshe is stirred to longing إِلىfor بَيضاءَa fair-skinned woman أُملودَهslender and supple
وَما تُشاقُ إِلى بَيضاءَ أُملودَه
She stood on the tender, supple bough, calling out,
She stood calling in the gentle, hushed night
yet she feels no longing for a fair, slender maiden.
Yet does not yearn after her white-feathered offspring.
وَأُمُّand Mother of دَفرٍStench لَعَمريby my life شَرُّthe worst والِدَةٍmother
وَأُمُّ دَفرٍ لَعَمري شَرُّ والِدَةٍ
وَبِنتُهاand her daughter أُمَّMother of لَيلىLayla شَرُّthe worst مَولودَهfemale offspring
وَبِنتُها أُمَّ لَيلى شَرُّ مَولودَه
And Umm Dafr—the world—is, by my life, the worst of mothers,
By my life, the mother of Dafar is the worst mother,
and her daughter, Umm Layla—wine—the worst of offspring.
And her daughter, Umm Layla, the worst child birthed.
فَاِجلَدso flog أَخاكَyour brother عَلَيهاfor it إِنif أَلَمَّhe partook بِهاof it
فَاِجلَد أَخاكَ عَلَيها إِن أَلَمَّ بِها
فَإِنَّهاfor indeed it أَخَذَتit seized وَاللُبَّand the mind مَجلودَهenclosed in a wineskin
فَإِنَّها أَخَذَت وَاللُبَّ مَجلودَه
So flog your brother for it, if he partakes of it;
So urge your brother against her if she hurts him
for, even enclosed in a wineskin, it seized him and his mind.
For she has seized his heart, a heart skinned raw.
Sol 6.1