ياO لِقَوميto my people أَماis there no لِقَتليَfor my murder ثارُvengeance
يا لِقَومي أَما لِقَتليَ ثارُ
ماwhat لَكُمwith you لَيسَthere is not فيكُمُamong you لِيfor me اِنتِصارُhelp
ما لَكُم لَيسَ فيكُمُ لِي اِنتِصارُ
O my people, is there no vengeance for my murder?
What ails you, that there is no help for me among you?
فَتِّشواsearch عَنfor دَميmy blood رَطباًwet
فَتِّشوا عَن دَمي رَطباً
فيin يَدَيthe two hands of مَنthe one نِقابُهاher veil الجُلَّنارُthe pomegranate blossom
في يَدَي مَن نِقابُها الجُلَّنارُ
Search for my blood, still wet,
in the hands of her whose veil is pomegranate bloom.
ظَبيَةٌa gazelle رَوضُthe garden of خَدِّهاher cheek فيهِin it ماthat which لَيfirst part of ليس ('is not')
ظَبيَةٌ رَوضُ خَدِّها فيهِ ما لَي
سَfinal part of ليس ('is not') تُرَوّىare quenched مِنfrom شُربِهِdrinking it الأَبصارُthe eyes
سَ تُرَوّى مِن شُربِهِ الأَبصارُ
A gazelle—the garden of her cheek holds what cannot
sate the eyes that drink of it.
Sol 6.1