أَمِنIs it because of رُسومٍtraces of deserted dwellings بِأَعَلىat the upper end of الجِزعِthe valley bend مِنof شَرِبِSharib
أَمِن رُسومٍ بِأَعَلى الجِزعِ مِن شَرِبِ
فاضَتoverflowed دُموعُكَyour tears فَوقَover الخَدِّthe cheek كَالشَرَبِlike water
فاضَت دُموعُكَ فَوقَ الخَدِّ كَالشَرَبِ
Is it because of traces at the upper end of the valley bend of Sharib
From the patterns at the top of an old palm tree being tapped for wine
that your tears have overflowed over your cheek like water?
Your tears flowed over your cheek like the flowing sap
لاnot يَظعَنونَthey set out عَلىon عَمياءَa blind course إِنif ظَعَنواthey set out
لا يَظعَنونَ عَلى عَمياءَ إِن ظَعَنوا
وَلاand not يُطيلونَthey prolong إِخماداًinactivity عَنِaway from السُرَبِthe bands of horsemen
وَلا يُطيلونَ إِخماداً عَنِ السُرَبِ
They do not set out on a blind course when they set out,
They cannot overpower the blind even if they try overpowering
nor do they long remain inactive, away from the bands of horsemen.
Nor can they prolong the quenching of their thirst at the cistern
وَيلُwoe to اُمِّthe mother of حَيٍّa tribe دَفَعتُمyou charged فيagainst نُحورِهِمُtheir throats
وَيلُ اُمِّ حَيٍّ دَفَعتُم في نُحورِهِمُ
بَنيO sons of كِلابٍKilab غَداةَon the morning of الرُعبِterror وَالرَهَبِand dread
بَني كِلابٍ غَداةَ الرُعبِ وَالرَهَبِ
Woe to the mother of a tribe against whose throats you have charged,
Woe to the mother of the living whom in their breasts
O sons of Kilab, on the morning of terror and dread!
You thrust, you dogs, on a morn of fear and terror
Sol 6.1