ما لِغِياثٍ مِن غِياثٍ إِذا

ما لِغِياثٍ مِن غِياثٍ إِذا

أَدَرتَهُ في لَولَبِ الصَكِّ

أَدَرتَهُ في لَولَبِ الصَكِّ

Ghiyath has no succor when

What good is salvation when it comes

you whirl him in the spiral of blows.

If you're caught in a web of lies?

شَيخٌ إِذا اِستَدعَيتَ أَلفاظَهُ

شَيخٌ إِذا اِستَدعَيتَ أَلفاظَهُ

جاءَتكَ بَينَ الزورِ وَالإِفكش

جاءَتكَ بَينَ الزورِ وَالإِفكش

An old man—when you call for his words,

An old man whose words you summon

they come to you amid falsehood and lies.

Will regale you with deceit and disguise

مُستَطوِلِ الرَأسِ عَريضِ القَفا

مُستَطوِلِ الرَأسِ عَريضِ القَفا

مُضطَرِمِ الأَنيابِ وَالفَكِّ

مُضطَرِمِ الأَنيابِ وَالفَكِّ

Long of head, broad of nape,

With elongated head and protruding chin

with fangs and jaw aflame.

Baring fangs and grinning wide

لَو ماتَ لي أَلفٌ وَأَبصَرتُهُ

لَو ماتَ لي أَلفٌ وَأَبصَرتُهُ

لَبُلتُ في ثَوبي مِنَ الضَحِكِ

لَبُلتُ في ثَوبي مِنَ الضَحِكِ

If a thousand of mine died and I saw him,

Had he died a thousand times before my eyes

I would piss in my clothes from laughter.

I would laugh till my robes were dyed