مُغَنِّيَةٌa songstress هَذيthis الحَمامَةُthe dove أَصبَحَتhas become
مُغَنِّيَةٌ هَذي الحَمامَةُ أَصبَحَت
تُغَنّيshe sings عَلىon ظَهرِthe surface of الطَريقِthe road بِلاwithout جَذرِfear
تُغَنّي عَلى ظَهرِ الطَريقِ بِلا جَذرِ
This dove has become a songstress,
This dove has become a songstress
Singing on the road’s surface without fear.
Singing on the roadside without roots
أَرامَتdid she seek مِنَfrom اللَهِGod الثَوابَthe reward أَمِor اِنبَرَتshe set about
أَرامَت مِنَ اللَهِ الثَوابَ أَمِ اِنبَرَت
تُؤَمِّلُshe hopes بِالسَجعِthrough cooing التَخَلُّصَrelease مِنfrom نَذرِa vow
تُؤَمِّلُ بِالسَجعِ التَخَلُّصَ مِن نَذرِ
Did she seek reward from God, or set about
Did she intend rewards from God or did she boast
Hoping, through her cooing, to discharge a vow?
Hoping rhymes would free her from a vow
لَقَدindeed أَكثَرَتshe went on at length حَتّىuntil حَسِبتُI deemed مَقالَهاher speech
لَقَد أَكثَرَت حَتّى حَسِبتُ مَقالَها
وَإِنand although كانَit was مَعدومَdevoid of السِقاطِverbal slips مِنَof الهَذرِidle chatter
وَإِن كانَ مَعدومَ السِقاطِ مِنَ الهَذرِ
She went on so much that I deemed her words,
She has talked so much I thought her words
Though free of verbal slips, mere prattle.
Were devoid of nonsense and idle chatter
تُخَوِّفُناshe frightens us مِنof أُمِّmother of دَفرٍDafr (stench) خَديعَةًby deception
تُخَوِّفُنا مِن أُمِّ دَفرٍ خَديعَةً
وَمَكراًand guile فَلَمyet she did not تَذرِshed الدُموعَthe tears وَلَمand she did not تُذرِlet fall
وَمَكراً فَلَم تَذرِ الدُموعَ وَلَم تُذرِ
She makes us fear Umm Dafr by deception
She scares us about a sly, deceitful mother
And guile, yet she neither shed tears nor let them fall.
With cunning, not ceasing tears nor ceasing harm
عَدِمناكِmay we lose you دُنياناour world عَلىin السِخطِdispleasure وَالرِضاand contentment
عَدِمناكِ دُنيانا عَلى السِخطِ وَالرِضا
فَقَدfor indeed شَفَّناhas worn us thin زَرعٌa crop تَكَوَّنَformed مِنfrom بَذرِseed
فَقَد شَفَّنا زَرعٌ تَكَوَّنَ مِن بَذرِ
May we be rid of you, our world, in displeasure and contentment;
Spare us worldly woes whether we're content or angry
For a crop that grew from seed has worn us thin.
For we've seen crops sprout from scattered seeds
وَإِنّاand indeed we لَعُذرِيّونَindeed ‘Udhri lovers فيكِfor you مِنَin respect of الهَوىpassionate love
وَإِنّا لَعُذرِيّونَ فيكِ مِنَ الهَوى
وَلَسناand we are not بِعُذرِيينَexcusable فيكِregarding you مِنَin respect of العُذرِexcuse
وَلَسنا بِعُذرِيينَ فيكِ مِنَ العُذرِ
And we are indeed ‘Udhri lovers in our passion for you,
And we've excuses for passion toward you
But we have no excuse where you are concerned.
But no excuses for excuses toward you
Sol 6.1