ياO اِبنَson of الرِماحِthe spears وَالظُباand the sword blades
يا اِبنَ الرِماحِ وَالظُبا
وَاِبنَand son of السَماحِgenerosity وَالحِباand gifts
وَاِبنَ السَماحِ وَالحِبا
O son of spears and sword blades,
Son of spears and gazelles
And son of generosity and gifts,
Son of generosity and love
إِلىuntil مَتىwhen تَمطُلُنيyou put me off
إِلى مَتى تَمطُلُني
قَدalready بَلَغَhas reached السَيلُthe flood الزُبىthe high ground
قَد بَلَغَ السَيلُ الزُبى
How long will you put me off?
How long will you keep me waiting
The flood has already reached the high ground.
The torrent has reached the neck
Sol 6.1