لَواعِجُthe searing pangs of الشَوقِlonging تُخطيهِمmiss them وَتُصمينيand strike me mortally
لَواعِجُ الشَوقِ تُخطيهِم وَتُصميني
وَاللَومُand blame فيin الحُبِّlove يَنهاهُمrestrains them وَيَغرينيand entices me
وَاللَومُ في الحُبِّ يَنهاهُم وَيَغريني
The searing pangs of longing miss them and strike me mortally.
Blame in love restrains them, but entices me.
وَلَوand if لَقواthey experienced بَعضَsome of ماwhat أَلقىI endure نَعِمتُI would rejoice بِهِمin them
وَلَو لَقوا بَعضَ ما أَلقى نَعِمتُ بِهِم
لَكِنَّهُمbut they سَلِمواwere spared مِمّاfrom what يُعَنّينيtorments me
لَكِنَّهُم سَلِموا مِمّا يُعَنّيني
Had they suffered some of what I suffer, I would have rejoiced in them;
but they were spared what torments me.
وَبِالكَثيبِand at the sandhill إِلىtoward الأَجزاعِthe valley bends نازِلَةٌa woman dwelling
وَبِالكَثيبِ إِلى الأَجزاعِ نازِلَةٌ
عَلِقتُI clung مِنهاfrom her بِوَعدٍto a promise غَيرِnot مَضمونِguaranteed
عَلِقتُ مِنها بِوَعدٍ غَيرِ مَضمونِ
At the sandhill, toward the valley bends, dwells a woman;
I clung to a promise from her, not guaranteed.
ماnot سَوَّغونيthey let me drink بَردَthe coolness of الماءِwater مُذsince حَظَرواthey forbade
ما سَوَّغوني بَردَ الماءِ مُذ حَظَروا
عَلَيَّto me بَردَthe coolness of اللَمَيdusky lips وَالشَوقُand longing يُظمينيmakes me thirsty
عَلَيَّ بَردَ اللَمَي وَالشَوقُ يُظميني
They have not let me taste cool water since they forbade
me the coolness of dusky lips, while longing makes me thirsty.
ياO مَنشَظَgrowing-ground of الشيحِwormwood وَالحوذانِand buttercups مِنof يَمَنٍYemen
يا مَنشَظَ الشيحِ وَالحوذانِ مِن يَمَنٍ
حَيَّيتُI greeted فيكَwithin you غَزالاًa gazelle لاnot يُحَيِينيgreets me
حَيَّيتُ فيكَ غَزالاً لا يُحَيِيني
O growing-ground of wormwood and buttercups in Yemen,
I greeted within you a gazelle who does not greet me.
تُرىI wonder الغَريمُthe debtor الَّذيwhom طالَgrew long اللُزومُthe persistent pursuit لَهُof him
تُرى الغَريمُ الَّذي طالَ اللُزومُ لَهُ
فيin الحَيِّthe encampment مُوِّلَwas enriched مِنfrom بَعديafter my departure فَيَقضينيso he repays me
في الحَيِّ مُوِّلَ مِن بَعدي فَيَقضيني
I wonder: has the debtor whom I have so long pursued
been enriched in the encampment since I left, so that he might repay me?
إِنَّindeed الخَلِيّthe carefree one غَداةَthe morning of الجِزعِthe valley bend عيدَwas brought back بِهِwith him
إِنَّ الخَلِيّ غَداةَ الجِزعِ عيدَ بِهِ
إِلىto ضَميرِthe inward state of مُعَنّىone tormented اللُبِthe heart مَفتونِbewitched
إِلى ضَميرِ مُعَنّى اللُبِ مَفتونِ
Indeed, the carefree one, that morning at the valley bend, was brought back
to the inward state of a heart-tormented, spellbound man.
لَولاwere it not for ظِباءٌgazelles مَعاطيلٌunadorned سَنَحنَcrossed لَناbefore us
لَولا ظِباءٌ مَعاطيلٌ سَنَحنَ لَنا
ماnot كانَwould he يَذهَلُforget عَنfrom عَقلٍreason وَعَنand from دينِfaith
ما كانَ يَذهَلُ عَن عَقلٍ وَعَن دينِ
Had unadorned gazelles not crossed our path,
he would not have forgotten reason and faith.
قَدindeed كادَhe almost يَنجوescaped بِجِدٍthrough earnestness مِنfrom عَزيمَتِهِhis resolve
قَد كادَ يَنجو بِجِدٍ مِن عَزيمَتِهِ
فَعارَضَتهُbut waylaid him عُيونُthe eyes of الرَبرَبِthe antelope herd العينِwide-eyed
فَعارَضَتهُ عُيونُ الرَبرَبِ العينِ
He had almost escaped through the earnest force of his resolve,
but the eyes of the wide-eyed antelope herd waylaid him.
ماءُthe water of النُقَيبِal-Nuqayb وَلَوand even if مِقدارُthe measure of مَضمَضَةٍa mouth-rinse
ماءُ النُقَيبِ وَلَو مِقدارُ مَضمَضَةٍ
شِفاءُa cure for وَجديmy yearning وَغَيرُand other than الماءِwater يَشفينيheals me
شِفاءُ وَجدي وَغَيرُ الماءِ يَشفيني
The water of al-Nuqayb, even enough to rinse my mouth,
is a cure for my yearning—and something other than water heals me.
وَنَشقَةٌand a breath مِنof نَسيمِthe breeze of البانِthe ben-trees فاحَgrew fragrant بِهاwith it
وَنَشقَةٌ مِن نَسيمِ البانِ فاحَ بِها
جِنحٌa wing مِنَof اللَيلِnight تَجريcourses فيthrough العَرانينِthe nostrils
جِنحٌ مِنَ اللَيلِ تَجري في العَرانينِ
And a breath of the ben-tree breeze, whose fragrance suffuses
a wing of night, courses through the nostrils.
أُسقىI am given to drink دُموعيmy tears إِذاwhen ماever (emphasis) باتَspends the night فيin سَدَفٍdarkness
أُسقى دُموعي إِذا ما باتَ في سَدَفٍ
صَريرُthe creaking of أَثلٍtamarisks بَداريّاin Darayya يُغَنّينيsings to me
صَريرُ أَثلٍ بَداريّا يُغَنّيني
I am given my tears to drink whenever, at night in darkness,
the creaking tamarisks at Darayya sing to me.
وَصاحِبٍand many a companion وَقَذَstunned التَهويمُdrowsiness هامَتَهُhis head
وَصاحِبٍ وَقَذَ التَهويمُ هامَتَهُ
نادَيتُهُI called him وَرِواقُand the canopy of اللَيلِnight يُؤوينيshelters me
نادَيتُهُ وَرِواقُ اللَيلِ يُؤويني
And many a companion, his head stunned by drowsiness—
I called to him while night's canopy sheltered me.
فَقامَso he rose قَدalready غَرغَرَتhad gurgled فيin رَأسِهِhis head شَدَةٌa heaviness
فَقامَ قَد غَرغَرَت في رَأسِهِ شَدَةٌ
يُمضيcarries out عَلىwith الكُرهِreluctance أَمريmy command أَوor يُلَبِّينيanswers my call
يُمضي عَلى الكُرهِ أَمري أَو يُلَبِّيني
He rose, a heaviness already gurgling in his head,
reluctantly carrying out my command or answering my call.
لاmay not غُرَّbe deceived قَومُكَyour people كَمhow much نَومٍsleep عَلىupon ضَمَدٍrancor
لا غُرَّ قَومُكَ كَم نَومٍ عَلى ضَمَدٍ
سُقماًsickness وَلَوand even if بَطريرِwith a keen الغَربِedge مَسنونِsharpened
سُقماً وَلَو بَطريرِ الغَربِ مَسنونِ
May your people not be deceived! How often sleep upon rancor
is sickness, even with a keen, sharpened blade.
وَضارِباتٍand camels striking بِلَحيَيهاwith their two jaws عَلىat أَضَمٍAḍam
وَضارِباتٍ بِلَحيَيها عَلى أَضَمٍ
مِنَfrom اللَغوبِexhaustion نِحافٍlean كَالعَراجينِlike palm stalks
مِنَ اللَغوبِ نِحافٍ كَالعَراجينِ
And camels beating their jaws at Aḍam,
worn out, lean as palm stalks.
أَبلىwore out أَزِمَّتَهاtheir reins بُعدُthe length of المَدىthe distance وَغَدَتand they became
أَبلى أَزِمَّتَها بُعدُ المَدى وَغَدَت
مِنَfrom الوَجىsore feet بَينَbetween مَعقولٍhobbled وَمَرسونِand haltered
مِنَ الوَجى بَينَ مَعقولٍ وَمَرسونِ
The long distance wore out their reins, and they ended up
with sore feet, some hobbled, some haltered.
مُغرَورِقاتِbrimming with tears المَآقيthe eye-corners كُلَّماwhenever نَظَرَتthey saw
مُغرَورِقاتِ المَآقي كُلَّما نَظَرَت
بَرقاًlightning يُضيءُilluminates كِفافَthe fringes of الغُرِّthe white clouds وَالجونِand the dark clouds
بَرقاً يُضيءُ كِفافَ الغُرِّ وَالجونِ
Their eye-corners brimmed with tears whenever they saw
lightning illuminate the fringes of white clouds and dark.
هَيهاتَhow far بابِلُBabylon مِنfrom نَجدٍNajd لَقَدindeed بَعُدَتgrew distant
هَيهاتَ بابِلُ مِن نَجدٍ لَقَد بَعُدَت
عَلىfor المَطِيِّthe mounts مَراميthe reaches of ذَلِكَthat البَينِseparation
عَلى المَطِيِّ مَرامي ذَلِكَ البَينِ
Far is Babylon from Najd! How distant have grown
for the mounts the reaches of that separation.
سَلنيask me عَنِabout الوَجدِyearning إِنّيindeed I كُلُّevery شارِقَةٍsunrise
سَلني عَنِ الوَجدِ إِنّي كُلُّ شارِقَةٍ
يُريشُنيfeathers me الوَجدُyearning وَالأَيّامُand the days تَبرينيwhittle me down
يُريشُني الوَجدُ وَالأَيّامُ تَبريني
Ask me of yearning: with every sunrise,
longing feathers me, while the days whittle me down.
مَنwho ليfor me بِبُلغَةِwith enough for عَيشٍliving غَيرِnot فاضِلَةٍexcessive
مَن لي بِبُلغَةِ عَيشٍ غَيرِ فاضِلَةٍ
تَكُفُّنيkeeps me عَنfrom قَذىthe grit of الدُنياthe world وَتَكفينيand suffices me
تَكُفُّني عَن قَذى الدُنيا وَتَكفيني
Who can give me bare subsistence, with nothing to spare,
to shield me from the world's grit and suffice me?
أُخَيَّmy dear brother مَنwhoever باعَsells دُنياهُhis worldly life وَزُخرُفَهاand its glitter
أُخَيَّ مَن باعَ دُنياهُ وَزُخرُفَها
بِصَونِهِfor safeguarding himself كانَwas عِنديin my view غَيرَnot مَغبونِcheated
بِصَونِهِ كانَ عِندي غَيرَ مَغبونِ
Dear brother, whoever sells his world and its glitter
to safeguard his dignity has made no losing bargain, in my eyes.
قالواthey said أَتَقنَعُare you content بِالدونِwith the low الخَسيسِthe base وَماand not
قالوا أَتَقنَعُ بِالدونِ الخَسيسِ وَما
قَنِعتُI was content بِالدونِwith the low بَلrather قُنِّعتُI was forced to settle بِالدونِfor the low
قَنِعتُ بِالدونِ بَل قُنِّعتُ بِالدونِ
They said, 'Are you content with the low and base?' Yet I was not
content with the low; rather, I was forced to accept the low.
إِذاwhen ظَنَنّاwe conjecture وَقَدَّرناand calculate جَرىruns its course قَدَرٌfate
إِذا ظَنَنّا وَقَدَّرنا جَرى قَدَرٌ
بِنازِلٍwith a calamity غَيرِnot مَوهومٍimagined وَمَظنونِand anticipated
بِنازِلٍ غَيرِ مَوهومٍ وَمَظنونِ
When we conjecture and calculate, fate runs its course,
bringing a calamity neither imagined nor anticipated.
أَعجِبmarvel لِمُسكَةِat the endurance of نَفسٍa soul بَعدَماafter رُمِيَتit was struck
أَعجِب لِمُسكَةِ نَفسٍ بَعدَما رُمِيَت
مِنَfrom النَوائِبِcalamities بِالأَبكارِwith the virgin ones وَالعونِand the mature ones
مِنَ النَوائِبِ بِالأَبكارِ وَالعونِ
Marvel at the endurance of a soul after it has been struck
by calamities, virgin and mature alike;
وَمِنand at نَجائِيَmy escape يَومَthe day of الدارِthe house حينَwhen هَوىfell
وَمِن نَجائِيَ يَومَ الدارِ حينَ هَوى
غَيريsomeone else وَلَمand did not أَخلُI lack مِنany حَزمٍresolve يُنَجّينيsaves me
غَيري وَلَم أَخلُ مِن حَزمٍ يُنَجّيني
and at my escape on the day of the house, when
another fell, while I lacked no resolve to save me.
مَرَقتُI darted out مِنهاof it مُروقَthe darting of النَجمِa star مُنكَدِراًplunging downward
مَرَقتُ مِنها مُروقَ النَجمِ مُنكَدِراً
وَقَدand already تَلاقَتhad met مَصاريعُthe door-leaves of الرَدىdeath دونيbefore me
وَقَد تَلاقَت مَصاريعُ الرَدى دوني
I darted out of it like a star plunging downward,
though death's door-leaves had met before me.
وَكُنتُand I was أَوَّلَthe first طَلاّعٍclimber of ثَنِيَّتَهاits mountain pass
وَكُنتُ أَوَّلَ طَلاّعٍ ثَنِيَّتَها
وَمِنand from وَرائِيَbehind me شَرٌّevil غَيرُnot مَأمونِto be trusted
وَمِن وَرائِيَ شَرٌّ غَيرُ مَأمونِ
I was the first to scale its mountain pass,
with evil behind me that could not be trusted.
مِنfrom بَعدِafter ماthat كانَwas رَبُّthe lord of المُلكِthe kingdom مُبتَسِماًsmiling
مِن بَعدِ ما كانَ رَبُّ المُلكِ مُبتَسِماً
إِلَيَّtoward me أَدنوهُI approached him فيin النَجوىprivate counsel وَيُدنينيand he drew me near
إِلَيَّ أَدنوهُ في النَجوى وَيُدنيني
After the lord of the kingdom had smiled
at me, I approached him in private counsel, and he drew me near.
أَمسَيتُI came to evening أَرحَمُI pity مَنthe one whom أَصبَحتُI came to morning أَغبِطُهُI envy him
أَمسَيتُ أَرحَمُ مَن أَصبَحتُ أَغبِطُهُ
لَقَدindeed تَقارَبَdrew close بَينَbetween العِزِّglory وَالهَونِand abasement
لَقَد تَقارَبَ بَينَ العِزِّ وَالهَونِ
By evening I pitied the man I had envied in the morning;
how close glory and abasement have come!
وَمَنظَرٍand a sight كانَwas بِالسَرّاءِin prosperity يُضحِكُنيmaking me laugh
وَمَنظَرٍ كانَ بِالسَرّاءِ يُضحِكُني
ياقُربَhow soon ماthat عادَreturned بِالضَرّاءِin adversity يُبكينيmaking me weep
ياقُربَ ما عادَ بِالضَرّاءِ يُبكيني
And a sight that made me laugh in prosperity—
how soon it returned in adversity to make me weep!
هَيهاتَfar be it أَغتَرُّI be deceived بِالسُلطانِby power ثانِيَةًagain
هَيهاتَ أَغتَرُّ بِالسُلطانِ ثانِيَةً
قَدalready ضَلَّhas strayed وَلّاجُthe habitual entrant to أَبوابِthe gates of السَلاطينِrulers
قَد ضَلَّ وَلّاجُ أَبوابِ السَلاطينِ
Far be it that I should be fooled by power again!
The habitual visitor to rulers' gates has gone astray.
ماwhat لِلحِمامِwith death غَداset out فَاِعتامَthen selected زافِرَتيmy supporting kin
ما لِلحِمامِ غَدا فَاِعتامَ زافِرَتي
وَاِختارَand chose ماthose who كانَused to يُعطينيgive to me وَيُمطينيand provide me mounts
وَاِختارَ ما كانَ يُعطيني وَيُمطيني
What ails death, that it went and chose my supporting kin,
and singled out those who gave to me and supplied my mounts?
خَلّىleft عَلَيَّupon me مَراراتِthe bitterness of الحَياlife وَمَضَتand went away
خَلّى عَلَيَّ مَراراتِ الحَيا وَمَضَت
أَحداثُهُits calamities بِالمَطاعيمِwith the generous feeders المَطاعينِthe mighty spearmen
أَحداثُهُ بِالمَطاعيمِ المَطاعينِ
It left me life's bitterness, while
its blows carried off the generous hosts, the mighty spearmen.
يُشَجِّعونَthey embolden عَلَيَّagainst me الدَهرَTime إِنif جَبُنَتturned cowardly
يُشَجِّعونَ عَلَيَّ الدَهرَ إِن جَبُنَت
خُطوبُهُits calamities وَتَوَقّىand it avoided أَنto يُنادينيcall me
خُطوبُهُ وَتَوَقّى أَن يُناديني
They embolden Time against me if cowardice seizes
its calamities and it avoids calling me.
إِذاwhen رَأواthey see مَدَّهُits stretching نَحويtoward me يَداًa hand وَضَعواthey place
إِذا رَأوا مَدَّهُ نَحوي يَداً وَضَعوا
فيهاin it عِظامَhuge جَلاميدٍboulders لِتَرمينيso it may pelt me
فيها عِظامَ جَلاميدٍ لِتَرميني
When they see it stretch a hand toward me, they place
in it huge boulders to pelt me.
أَقارِبٌkinsmen لَمnot يَزَلcease بيtoward me شَرُّthe worst of عِرقِهِمُtheir bloodline
أَقارِبٌ لَم يَزَل بي شَرُّ عِرقِهِمُ
عِرقٌa vein مِنَof اللُؤمِbaseness يُعديهِمinfects them وَيَعدونيand passes me by
عِرقٌ مِنَ اللُؤمِ يُعديهِم وَيَعدوني
Kinsmen—whose worst strain has always plagued me:
a vein of baseness that infects them but passes me by.
تَمَلَّحواthey seasoned themselves بيwith me كَأَنّيas though I were حَمضَةٌa saltwort قُطِعَتcut down
تَمَلَّحوا بي كَأَنّي حَمضَةٌ قُطِعَت
لاno بُدَّescape بَعدَafter مَدىًa while أَنthat يَستَمِرّونيthey find me bitter
لا بُدَّ بَعدَ مَدىً أَن يَستَمِرّوني
They seasoned themselves with me, as though I were cut saltwort;
after a while, they must find me bitter.
عَزّواthey attributed إِلَيَّto me نِصاباًa stock بَعدَafter تَشظِيَةٍsplintering
عَزّوا إِلَيَّ نِصاباً بَعدَ تَشظِيَةٍ
وَأَلصَقواand attached بيto me أَديماًa hide بَعدَafter تَعيِينيfaulting me
وَأَلصَقوا بي أَديماً بَعدَ تَعيِيني
They ascribed a stock to me after splintering it,
and pasted a hide upon me after finding fault with me.
هَبواsuppose أُصولَكُمُyour roots أَصليmy root عَلىwith مَضَضٍreluctance
هَبوا أُصولَكُمُ أَصلي عَلى مَضَضٍ
ماwhat تَصنَعونَwill you do بِأَخلاقٍwith traits تُنافينيthat oppose me
ما تَصنَعونَ بِأَخلاقٍ تُنافيني
Suppose, though it pains me, that your roots are my own:
what can you do about traits opposed to mine?
أَعطاكُمُgave you السَجلَthe bucket قَبلَbefore النَهرِthe river غَرفَتَهُits scoopful
أَعطاكُمُ السَجلَ قَبلَ النَهرِ غَرفَتَهُ
فَاِرضَواso be content بِرَوقِwith the clear water of جِماميmy pools وَاِستَجِمّونيand let me rest
فَاِرضَوا بِرَوقِ جِمامي وَاِستَجِمّوني
The bucket gave you its scoopful before the river;
so accept the clear water of my pools, and let me rest.
كَمِhow much الهَوانُhumiliation كَأَنّيas though I were بَينَكُمamong you جَمَلٌa camel
كَمِ الهَوانُ كَأَنّي بَينَكُم جَمَلٌ
فيin كُلِّevery يَومٍday قَطيعُthe whip of الذُلِّhumiliation يَحدونيdrives me on
في كُلِّ يَومٍ قَطيعُ الذُلِّ يَحدوني
How much humiliation! As though among you I were a camel,
driven each day by humiliation's whip.
لاdo not تَأمَنَنَّever trust عَدوّاًan enemy لانَhas softened جانِبُهُhis manner
لا تَأمَنَنَّ عَدوّاً لانَ جانِبُهُ
خُشونَةُthe roughness of الصِلِّthe viper عُقبىthe outcome of ذَلِكَthat اللينِsoftness
خُشونَةُ الصِلِّ عُقبى ذَلِكَ اللينِ
Never trust an enemy whose manner has softened;
the viper's roughness is the outcome of that softness.
وَاِحذَرand beware شَرارَةَthe spark of مَنsomeone أَطفَأتَyou quenched جَمرَتَهُhis ember
وَاِحذَر شَرارَةَ مَن أَطفَأتَ جَمرَتَهُ
فَالثارُfor vengeance غَضٌّfresh وَإِنand even if بُقّيis kept إِلىuntil حينِa time
فَالثارُ غَضٌّ وَإِن بُقّي إِلى حينِ
Beware the spark of one whose ember you have quenched;
for vengeance stays fresh, even if kept for a time.
أَنّىhow تَهيبُbeckons بِيَto me البُقياmercy وَأَتبَعُهاand I follow it
أَنّى تَهيبُ بِيَ البُقيا وَأَتبَعُها
فَلَمso did not أُباقِI spare بِهاthrough it مَنone who لاdoes not يُباقينيspare me
فَلَم أُباقِ بِها مَن لا يُباقيني
How could mercy beckon me, and I follow it?
I have not spared through it anyone who does not spare me.
تَوَقَّعوهاexpect it فَقَدfor already شَبَّتhave blazed بَوارِقُهاits lightning flashes
تَوَقَّعوها فَقَد شَبَّت بَوارِقُها
بِعارِضٍin a cloud-bank كَصَريمِlike the black stretch of اللَيلِnight مَدجونِshrouded in darkness
بِعارِضٍ كَصَريمِ اللَيلِ مَدجونِ
Expect it: its lightning flashes have already blazed
in a cloud-bank, dark as the blackness of night.
إِذاwhen غَداbecame الأُفُقُthe horizon الغَربِيُّwestern مُختَمِراًveiled
إِذا غَدا الأُفُقُ الغَربِيُّ مُختَمِراً
مِنَfrom الغُبارِdust فَظُنّواthen think بيof me وَظُنّونيand expect me
مِنَ الغُبارِ فَظُنّوا بي وَظُنّوني
When the western horizon becomes veiled
with dust, think of me and expect me.
لَتَنظُرَنّيyou will surely see me مُشيحاًcharging resolutely فيin أَوائِلِهاits foremost ranks
لَتَنظُرَنّي مُشيحاً في أَوائِلِها
يَغيبُconceals بيme النَقعُthe battle-dust أَحياناًsometimes وَيُبدينيand reveals me
يَغيبُ بي النَقعُ أَحياناً وَيُبديني
You shall surely see me charging in its foremost ranks;
battle-dust sometimes hides me and sometimes reveals me.
لاnot تَعرِفونِيَyou recognize me إِلّاexcept بِالطَعانِby spear-thrusts إِذاwhen
لا تَعرِفونِيَ إِلّا بِالطَعانِ إِذا
أَضحىhas become لِثامِيَmy face-veil مَعصوباًbound بِعِرنينيover my nose
أَضحى لِثامِيَ مَعصوباً بِعِرنيني
You will know me only by spear-thrusts, when
my face-veil is bound over my nose.
إِقدامُthe charge of غَضبانَan angry man كَظَّتهُchoked him ضَغائِنُهُhis grudges
إِقدامُ غَضبانَ كَظَّتهُ ضَغائِنُهُ
فَمالَso he turned يَخلِطُmingling مَضروباًone struck بِمَطعونِwith one pierced
فَمالَ يَخلِطُ مَضروباً بِمَطعونِ
The charge of an angry man whom his grudges choke,
who turns to mingle the sword-struck with the spear-pierced.
فَإِنthen if أُصَبI am struck فَمَقاديرٌthen decrees of fate مُحَجَّزَةٌfixed fast
فَإِن أُصَب فَمَقاديرٌ مُحَجَّزَةٌ
وَإِنand if أُصِبI strike true فَعَلىthen under الطَيرِthe birds المَيامينِauspicious
وَإِن أُصِب فَعَلى الطَيرِ المَيامينِ
If I am struck, it is by decrees fixed fast;
and if I strike true, it is under auspicious birds.
Sol 6.1