وَفَقّوسةٍand a cucumber مُصفرّةِyellow اللّونِthe color أُنبِتَتwas grown
وَفَقّوسةٍ مُصفرّةِ اللّونِ أُنبِتَت
بِسبخةِin the salt marsh of زورZūr فهيَso it مرٌّbitter مَذاقهاits taste
بِسبخةِ زور فهيَ مرٌّ مَذاقها
And a yellow cucumber was grown
A yellow convex flower planted
In the salt marsh of Zūr, so its taste is bitter.
In the garden of falsehood, bitter is its taste
تَعافُshun عِجافُthe gaunt ones الحمرِthe donkeys ترتعُgraze حَولهاaround it
تَعافُ عِجافُ الحمرِ ترتعُ حَولها
وَيزكمُand clogs آنافَthe noses الكلابِthe dogs اِنتِشاقُهاsniffing it
وَيزكمُ آنافَ الكلابِ اِنتِشاقُها
The gaunt donkeys grazing around it shun it,
The lean camels avoid it
And sniffing it clogs the dogs’ noses.
And the smell of it turns away the noses of dogs
Sol 6.1