وَظِباءٍand gazelles غَرائِرِinnocent
وَظِباءٍ غَرائِرِ
مُشبَعاتِamply filled المَآزِرِthe waistcloths
مُشبَعاتِ المَآزِرِ
And innocent gazelles,
With wolf-like cunning
Their waistcloths amply filled,
Sated with calamities
صِرنَthey turned نَحويtoward me بِأَعيُنٍwith eyes
صِرنَ نَحوي بِأَعيُنٍ
ناعِساتِdrowsy الضَمائِرِthe inner depths
ناعِساتِ الضَمائِرِ
Turned toward me with eyes
They stared at me with eyes
Drowsy in their depths.
Devoid of conscience
Sol 6.1