لَتَصدُقَنّي وَما أَخشاكَ تَكذِبُني
ماذا تَأَمَّلتَ أَو أَمَّلتَ في أَمَلِ
You must tell me the truth; I do not fear you will lie to me.
You will believe me, though I fear not you'll deny,
What did you see, or hope for, in Amal?
What have you wished for or hoped in hopeless hope?
النَسلَ حاوَلتَ مِنها فَهيَ مُدبِرَةٌ
قَد جاوَزَت مُنذُ حينٍ عُقبَةَ الحَبَلِ
You sought offspring from her, yet she is past her prime;
A child you've tried for, but she is barren,
She passed beyond the steep ascent of pregnancy some time ago.
Long has she passed the strait of pregnancy.
إِذا اِنتَشَرتَ عَلى أَمثالِها شَبَقاً
فَاِنعَم بِفَيشَلَةٍ مَأمونَةِ الفَشَلِ
When you grow erect with lust for women like her,
If you spread your lust upon her likes unrestrained
Then enjoy a glans guaranteed not to fail.
Then enjoy a whore, safe from failure.
وَأَيُّ خَيرٍ يُرَجّى عِندَ مومِسَةٍ
زَلّاءَ مِن دُبُرٍ وَقباءَ مِن قُبُلِ
And what good can be hoped for from a prostitute,
What good is expected with a harlot,
Flat behind and cavernous in front?
Fickle of behind, bleak of front?
لا يُرتَضى قَدُّها عِندَ العِناقِ وَلا
يُثنى عَلى خَدِّها في ساعَةِ القُبَلِ
Her figure is not pleasing in an embrace, nor
Her stature unsatisfactory in embrace,
is her cheek praised at the time of kisses.
Nor praised her cheek in the moment of kiss.
مُدارَةُ الخَلقِ مِن عَرضٍ إِلى قِصَرِ
كَأَنَّما دُحرِجَت في أَخمَصَي جُعَلِ
Rounded in build, broad and short,
Dealing with people from honor to meanness,
As though she had been rolled in the hollows of a dung beetle's two feet.
As if rolled in mule dung.
تَقضي بِقوتِ عِيالي حَقَّ زَورَتِها
لِلَّهِ أَنتَ لَقَد أَفحَشتَ في الغَزَلِ
You pay the fee for her visit with my family's food.
She spends my dependents' livelihood on her false pleasure,
God bless you—you have indeed been obscene in your love verse!
By God, you have been vulgar in courtship.
Sol 6.1