ياO أَيُّذاyou there الفَيصَلُthe arbiter المُزجىsent forth زَواجِرهُhis rebukes
يا أَيُّذا الفَيصَلُ المُزجى زَواجِرهُ
صوبَtoward السَفينِthe fleet وَثَوبُand the cloak السَوسِwoodworm سَربَلَهُclothed it
صوبَ السَفينِ وَثَوبُ السَوسِ سَربَلَهُ
O you arbiter, whose rebukes are sent
O Faisal, when his anger is aroused
toward the fleet, clad in woodworm's cloak.
The ship is directed and the moth's garment is worn
أَشكوكَI complain to you كُوكَكَyour captain كَيso that يَنفكَّhe may desist عنfrom جَنفٍinjustice
أَشكوكَ كُوكَكَ كَي يَنفكَّ عن جَنفٍ
قدindeed كانhe was كَلّاًa burden وَكلٌّand everyone ملَّgrew weary of كَلكَلَهُhis heavy chest
قد كان كَلّاً وَكلٌّ ملَّ كَلكَلَهُ
I complain to you of your captain, that he may desist from injustice.
I complain to you of your folly, that you may desist
He has been a burden, and all have wearied of his heavy chest.
From spite which was once wholesome, now each is sated with his sating
أَباتَنيhe made me spend the night وَالجِرِشّيand the soul حَشوُهاits contents ضَجَرٌvexation
أَباتَني وَالجِرِشّي حَشوُها ضَجَرٌ
إنif مَسَّtouched شَقِيَّmy side خُشبُthe timbers الفُلكِof the ship قَلقَلَهُjolted it
إن مَسَّ شَقِيَّ خُشبُ الفُلكِ قَلقَلَهُ
He made me pass the night, my soul filled with vexation;
He has refused me, and the wood of her ribs is a painful cramming
if the ship's timbers touched my side, they jolted it.
If the ship's timber touches the wretched one, it totters him
أُفٍّfie! لهاupon it دُجيَةًa dark night شوساًfierce أَساوِدُهاits black serpents
أُفٍّ لها دُجيَةً شوساً أَساوِدُها
صَرَعنَthey felled مِنِّيَfrom me صِلّاًa viper لاno حِراكَmovement لهُfor it
صَرَعنَ مِنِّيَ صِلّاً لا حِراكَ لهُ
Fie upon that dark night, with its fierce black serpents!
Shame on her, blackened cheeks and lips
They felled the viper in me, leaving it motionless.
They have milked me of my blood-wit, with no movement in it
لَلعَودُsurely the old he-camel والنابُand the aged she-camel فيin وَعثاءِthe hardship of وَخدِهماtheir swift gait
لَلعَودُ والنابُ في وَعثاءِ وَخدِهما
خيرٌbetter لِمُعلوِّطٍfor a bareback rider يَبغيhe seeks تَرَحُّلَهhis travelling
خيرٌ لِمُعلوِّطٍ يَبغي تَرَحُّلَه
Surely the old he-camel and aged she-camel, despite their arduous trot,
The lute and the reeds are better for the jilted lover who seeks diversion
are better for a bareback rider seeking to travel.
Than one whose cheek and lip are withered in gloom
Sol 6.1