وَلاand not تَهَيَّبُنيdaunts me المَوماةُthe vast desert أَركَبُهاI ride across it
وَلا تَهَيَّبُني المَوماةُ أَركَبُها
إِذاwhen تَجاوَبَتِcall to one another الأَصداءُthe owls بِالسَحَرِin the hour before dawn
إِذا تَجاوَبَتِ الأَصداءُ بِالسَحَرِ
Nor does the vast desert daunt me as I ride across it,
Let not the blame of men dismay me
When the owls call to one another before dawn.
When dawn's enchanting echoes sound afar
Sol 6.1