حَصَلتُ عَلى حِكايَةِ مَن يُغَنّي

حَصَلتُ عَلى حِكايَةِ مَن يُغَنّي

فَحاكَ لَنا العَجوزَ إِذا تَغَنَّت

فَحاكَ لَنا العَجوزَ إِذا تَغَنَّت

I came upon a singer’s mimicry:

I got a story from one who sings

He mimicked the old woman for us as she sang,

The old woman wove for us when she sang

وَحاكَ لَنا لَبيباً إِذ أَتاها

وَحاكَ لَنا لَبيباً إِذ أَتاها

فَأَعطاها القُمُدَّ كَما تَمَنَّت

فَأَعطاها القُمُدَّ كَما تَمَنَّت

And mimicked Labib for us when he came to her,

And wove for us a sage when he came to her

Then he gave her the phallus, just as she wished.

And gave her the spindle as she wished