يا أَيُّذا الفَيصَلُ المُزجى زَواجِرهُ

يا أَيُّذا الفَيصَلُ المُزجى زَواجِرهُ

صوبَ السَفينِ وَثَوبُ السَوسِ سَربَلَهُ

صوبَ السَفينِ وَثَوبُ السَوسِ سَربَلَهُ

O you arbiter, whose rebukes are sent

O Faisal, when his anger is aroused

toward the fleet, clad in woodworm's cloak.

The ship is directed and the moth's garment is worn

أَشكوكَ كُوكَكَ كَي يَنفكَّ عن جَنفٍ

أَشكوكَ كُوكَكَ كَي يَنفكَّ عن جَنفٍ

قد كان كَلّاً وَكلٌّ ملَّ كَلكَلَهُ

قد كان كَلّاً وَكلٌّ ملَّ كَلكَلَهُ

I complain to you of your captain, that he may desist from injustice.

I complain to you of your folly, that you may desist

He has been a burden, and all have wearied of his heavy chest.

From spite which was once wholesome, now each is sated with his sating

أَباتَني وَالجِرِشّي حَشوُها ضَجَرٌ

أَباتَني وَالجِرِشّي حَشوُها ضَجَرٌ

إن مَسَّ شَقِيَّ خُشبُ الفُلكِ قَلقَلَهُ

إن مَسَّ شَقِيَّ خُشبُ الفُلكِ قَلقَلَهُ

He made me pass the night, my soul filled with vexation;

He has refused me, and the wood of her ribs is a painful cramming

if the ship's timbers touched my side, they jolted it.

If the ship's timber touches the wretched one, it totters him

أُفٍّ لها دُجيَةً شوساً أَساوِدُها

أُفٍّ لها دُجيَةً شوساً أَساوِدُها

صَرَعنَ مِنِّيَ صِلّاً لا حِراكَ لهُ

صَرَعنَ مِنِّيَ صِلّاً لا حِراكَ لهُ

Fie upon that dark night, with its fierce black serpents!

Shame on her, blackened cheeks and lips

They felled the viper in me, leaving it motionless.

They have milked me of my blood-wit, with no movement in it

لَلعَودُ والنابُ في وَعثاءِ وَخدِهما

لَلعَودُ والنابُ في وَعثاءِ وَخدِهما

خيرٌ لِمُعلوِّطٍ يَبغي تَرَحُّلَه

خيرٌ لِمُعلوِّطٍ يَبغي تَرَحُّلَه

Surely the old he-camel and aged she-camel, despite their arduous trot,

The lute and the reeds are better for the jilted lover who seeks diversion

are better for a bareback rider seeking to travel.

Than one whose cheek and lip are withered in gloom