ياO اِبنَson of الَّتيher who لَبِثَتshe remained مَلِيّاًfor a long time فيin اِستِهاher arse
يا اِبنَ الَّتي لَبِثَت مَلِيّاً في اِستِها
أَيرٌa cock وَفيand in حِرِهاher cunt كُراعُshank of بَعيرِa camel
أَيرٌ وَفي حِرِها كُراعُ بَعيرِ
O son of her who long had in her arse
O son of her who dwelt in the tents of her people!
a cock, and in her cunt a camel’s shank.
In the heat of noon in the valley of Najd where the burning sand-grouse are easily snared,
قَدindeed كُنتُI was لاnot أَهوىI love السِبابِverbal abuse فَسَبَّنيthen insulted me
قَد كُنتُ لا أَهوى السِبابِ فَسَبَّني
أَحلامُwits طَيرٍbirds فيin قُلوبِhearts of حَميرِdonkeys
أَحلامُ طَيرٍ في قُلوبِ حَميرِ
I once had no love for insults, but I was insulted
I was not wont to revile men, but they gave me cause to do it.
by birds’ wits in donkeys’ hearts.
Vain dreams of wild bulls in the hearts of mules.
Sol 6.1