أَلاAh! يالَO, help! قَومٍpeople مِنfrom مَلامَةِthe reproach of عَيثَمٍʿAytham
أَلا يالَ قَومٍ مِن مَلامَةِ عَيثَمٍ
وَداريand my home بِجَوِّin the hollow of الأَخنَسِيَّةِal-Akhnasiyya دارِياDāriyā
وَداري بِجَوِّ الأَخنَسِيَّةِ دارِيا
Ah, people, save me from ʿAytham’s reproaches!
Oh tribe that reproaches a land devastated by ruin
And my home is Dāriyā, in the hollow of al-Akhnasiyya.
My abode in the heat of inhospitality became my abode
تَلومُshe blames عَلىfor عَضِّthe gnawing of الزَمانِtime وَلَمand has not تَدَعleft
تَلومُ عَلى عَضِّ الزَمانِ وَلَم تَدَع
سَناماًa hump وَلاnor مُخّاًmarrow مِنَfrom العَظمِthe bone وارِياrich with fat
سَناماً وَلا مُخّاً مِنَ العَظمِ وارِيا
She blames me for time’s gnawing, yet she has left
You blame the havoc of time, yet you left
neither a hump nor rich marrow in the bone.
No tusk, no bone untouched by decay
Sol 6.1