ألا حييِّا ليلى وقُولا لها هلا

ألا حييِّا ليلى وقُولا لها هلا

فقَدْ ركَبتْ أمراً أغَرَّ مُحَجَّلا

فقَدْ ركَبتْ أمراً أغَرَّ مُحَجَّلا

Come, you two, greet Layla and say to her, 'Whoa!'

O Laila, greetings! Say to her: Come now!

For she has mounted an affair, white-blazed and white-stockinged.

For she has embarked on a bold endeavor,

وبرذونة بَلَّ البراذينَ ثَفْرُها

وبرذونة بَلَّ البراذينَ ثَفْرُها

وقد شربَتْ في أوَّلِ الصيفِ أَيِّلا

وقد شربَتْ في أوَّلِ الصيفِ أَيِّلا

And a pack-mare whose vulva has outmatched the packhorses.

With cheeks flushed from drinking early summer wine,

And she has drunk curdled milk at summer's beginning.

Eating bitter greens with robust shoots.

وقد أكلتْ بقلاً وخيماً نباتُهُ

وقد أكلتْ بقلاً وخيماً نباتُهُ

وقد أنكحَتْ شَرَّ الأخايلِ أَخْيَلا

وقد أنكحَتْ شَرَّ الأخايلِ أَخْيَلا

And she has eaten greens whose growth is unwholesome.

She took the worst of men as her lover,

And she has given herself in marriage to the worst Akhyal of the Akhayil.

A spear-wielding poet, whose lance is ever wet,

وكيفَ أهاجي شاعراً رُمْحُهُ استُهُ

وكيفَ أهاجي شاعراً رُمْحُهُ استُهُ

خضيبَ البنانِ ما يزالُ مكَحَّلا

خضيبَ البنانِ ما يزالُ مكَحَّلا

And how can I trade lampoons with a poet whose spear is his arse,

His eyelids darkened with kohl.

His fingertips dyed, forever wearing kohl?

Leave off reproaching men and turn to me,

دعي عَنْكِ تهجاءَ الرجالِ وأَقْبِلي

دعي عَنْكِ تهجاءَ الرجالِ وأَقْبِلي

على أَذْلَغِيّ يملأ استكِ فَيْشَلا

على أَذْلَغِيّ يملأ استكِ فَيْشَلا

Leave off lampooning men, and turn

A devoted slave whose love fills your cup.

To a well-hung man who will fill your arse with his cock.