قَد كانَ في ماءَتَي شاةٍ تُعَزِّبُها

قَد كانَ في ماءَتَي شاةٍ تُعَزِّبُها

شِبعٌ لِضَيفِكَ يا خَنّابَةَ الضُبُعِ

شِبعٌ لِضَيفِكَ يا خَنّابَةَ الضُبُعِ

There was indeed, among the two hundred sheep you send to distant pasture,

Once there were two hundred sheep that grazed

Enough to sate your guest, O hyena's nostril.

Enough to fill the bellies of your guests, O hyena of the wolves

ما المُستَنيرُ مُنيراً حينَ تَطرُقُهُ

ما المُستَنيرُ مُنيراً حينَ تَطرُقُهُ

وَلا بِطاهِرِ بَينَ الصُلبِ وَالزَمَعِ

وَلا بِطاهِرِ بَينَ الصُلبِ وَالزَمَعِ

Al-Mustanir is not radiant when you visit him by night,

The enlightened cannot be illuminated when covered

Nor pure between his backbone and dewclaws.

Nor the pure between ribs and spearheads