وَرَبعِيٍّ نَحَرتُ عَلى ثَلاثٍ

وَرَبعِيٍّ نَحَرتُ عَلى ثَلاثٍ

لِحَمدِ ثَلاثَةٍ مِن بَعدِ حينِ

لِحَمدِ ثَلاثَةٍ مِن بَعدِ حينِ

And many a spring-born camel calf, nursed by three she-camels, I slaughtered,

Amidst cares I slew for our three friends

To earn the praise of three men after a time.

In celebration, after some time had passed

فَراحوا حامِدينَ وَرُحنَ بُحّاً

فَراحوا حامِدينَ وَرُحنَ بُحّاً

فَلَ أَحفِل لِهَرُهَرَةِ الحَنينِ

فَلَ أَحفِل لِهَرُهَرَةِ الحَنينِ

So they departed praising me, while the she-camels departed hoarse;

They left, praising, and easing woes

So I pay no heed to the throaty rumbling of their mournful cries.

So I heed not the prattle of pining