أَلا إِنَّما شَنٌّ حِمارٌ وَأَعنُزٌ

أَلا إِنَّما شَنٌّ حِمارٌ وَأَعنُزٌ

وَأَبياتُ سَوءٍ ما لَهُنَّ سُتورُ

وَأَبياتُ سَوءٍ ما لَهُنَّ سُتورُ

Lo, Shann is nothing but a donkey and she-goats,

Alas! Only the braying of a donkey and bleating of a sheep

And wretched tents that have no curtains.

And foul lines with no veils

أَتَمنَعُ مُخضَرَّ السَحابِ عَجائِزٌ

أَتَمنَعُ مُخضَرَّ السَحابِ عَجائِزٌ

لَهُنَّ بِأَطنابِ البُيوتِ هَريرُ

لَهُنَّ بِأَطنابِ البُيوتِ هَريرُ

Can the dark-green clouds be held back by old women

Do old women prevent the raining clouds?

Who snarl beside the tent ropes?

They have in their homes' corners only babbling