عَقَقتَyou were unfilial to دُنياكَyour world إِنif حاوَلتَyou tried خِدمَتَهاserving her
عَقَقتَ دُنياكَ إِن حاوَلتَ خِدمَتَها
إِيّاكَbeware وَالأُمَّand the mother لاnot تُدعىis called مِنَamong الآمِthe mothers
إِيّاكَ وَالأُمَّ لا تُدعى مِنَ الآمِ
You are unfilial to your world if you try to serve her.
You will break your world if you try to serve it
Beware the mother who is not counted among mothers.
Beware of hope, it is not to be called from uncertainties
وَتَحتَand beneath رِجلِكَyour foot مِنهاof her مَفرِقٌthe crown of the head تَرِبٌdusty
وَتَحتَ رِجلِكَ مِنها مَفرِقٌ تَرِبٌ
أَنّىwherever اِتَّجَهتَyou turn بِإِعراقٍby going toward Iraq وَإِشآمِand toward Syria
أَنّى اِتَّجَهتَ بِإِعراقٍ وَإِشآمِ
And beneath your foot lies the dusty crown of her head,
And under your feet lies a scattered dust
Wherever you turn, toward Iraq or Syria.
Whither you went with perspiration and determination
أَسِمتِنيyou have sent me to graze أُمَّO Mother of دِفرٍstench غَيرِnot مُرعِيَةٍproviding pasture
أَسِمتِني أُمَّ دِفرٍ غَيرِ مُرعِيَةٍ
وَزادَand increased أَهلُكِyour people إِعناتيmy torment وَإِسآميand my weariness
وَزادَ أَهلُكِ إِعناتي وَإِسآمي
You have sent me to graze, Mother of Stench, yet provide no pasture.
Name me a mother of ruins, not taken care of
And your people have increased my torment and weariness.
And your family augmented my weakness and leanness
Sol 6.1