كَذَبتُI lied عَلَيكُمabout you أَوعِدونيthreaten me وَعَلِّلواand entertain
كَذَبتُ عَلَيكُم أَوعِدوني وَعَلِّلوا
بِيَwith me الأَرضَthe earth وَالأَقوامَand the peoples قِردانَyou ticks مَوظَباMawẓab
بِيَ الأَرضَ وَالأَقوامَ قِردانَ مَوظَبا
I lied about you: threaten me, and entertain
I have lied to you, so promise me and justify me
the earth and its peoples with me, you ticks of Mawẓab.
To the land and the people like tamed apes
فَإِنّيfor I دَليلٌbold غَيرُnot مُعطىًpaying إِتاوَةًtribute
فَإِنّي دَليلٌ غَيرُ مُعطىً إِتاوَةً
عَلىon نَعَمٍlivestock تَرعىgraze حَوالاًḤawāl وَأَجرَباand Ajrab
عَلى نَعَمٍ تَرعى حَوالاً وَأَجرَبا
For I am bold, paying no tribute
For I am an unrewarded guide
on livestock grazing Ḥawāl and Ajrab.
To bounties that graze the land and hillsides
لَعَمرُby the life of الَّتيher who جاءَتcame بِكُمwith you مِنfrom شَفَلَّحٍa huge vulva
لَعَمرُ الَّتي جاءَت بِكُم مِن شَفَلَّحٍ
لَدىbeside نَسَيَيهاher two sciatic sinews سابِغِlong الإِسبِthe pubic hair أَهلَباshaggy
لَدى نَسَيَيها سابِغِ الإِسبِ أَهلَبا
By the life of her who bore you from a huge vulva,
By the life of her who brought you from Shaffalah
beside her two sciatic sinews, long of pubic hair and shaggy,
At the forgotten place of abundant hair and stripped garments
أَزَبَّhairy جُداعِيَّJudāʿī كَأَنَّas though عَلىon اِستِهاher arse
أَزَبَّ جُداعِيَّ كَأَنَّ عَلى اِستِها
أَغانِيَّsongs خَرفٍdate-pickers شارِبَينَdrinking بِيَثرِباin Yathrib
أَغانِيَّ خَرفٍ شارِبَينَ بِيَثرِبا
hairy, Judāʿī—as though upon her arse
The howls of my hungry one were like
were songs of date-pickers drinking in Yathrib.
Songs of a drunkard drinking in Yathrib
أُسالِمُكُمI make peace with you حَتّىuntil يَجُلنَthey wheel عَلَيكُمُupon you
أُسالِمُكُم حَتّى يَجُلنَ عَلَيكُمُ
وَأُعطيكُمُand I give you إِلّاonly حِجارَةَstones تَصلُباTaṣlub
وَأُعطيكُمُ إِلّا حِجارَةَ تَصلُبا
I make peace with you until they wheel upon you,
I will make you Muslim until you submit to me
and give you nothing but stones of Taṣlub.
And I will give you nothing but crucifying stones
لَهُمthey have حَبَقٌfarts وَالسودُand al-Sūd بَينيbetween me وَبَينَهُمand between them
لَهُم حَبَقٌ وَالسودُ بَيني وَبَينَهُم
يَدَيَّmy two hands بِكُمagainst you وَالعادِياتِand by the racing steeds المُحَصَّباal-Muḥaṣṣab
يَدَيَّ بِكُم وَالعادِياتِ المُحَصَّبا
They fart, though al-Sūd lies between me and them.
They have confusion and the blacks are between me and them
My two hands against you—by the steeds racing through al-Muḥaṣṣab!
My hands against you and the charging, mobilized ones
إِذاwhen مِقنَبٌa cavalry troop مِنكُمof yours تَقَيَّلَtakes its midday rest قَبلَةًQablah
إِذا مِقنَبٌ مِنكُم تَقَيَّلَ قَبلَةً
ثَنىfolds رِجلَهُits leg الأُخرىthe other عَلَيَّagainst me فَشَبَّباthen begins declaiming
ثَنى رِجلَهُ الأُخرى عَلَيَّ فَشَبَّبا
When a cavalry troop of yours takes its midday rest at Qablah,
When one of you turns away from prayer
it folds its other leg and begins declaiming against me.
He bends his other leg over me and becomes crippled
Sol 6.1