أَغَرَّكَ مِنّي يا اِبنَ فَعلَةَ عِلَّتي

أَغَرَّكَ مِنّي يا اِبنَ فَعلَةَ عِلَّتي

عَشِيَّةَ أَن رابَت عَلَيَّ رَوائِبي

عَشِيَّةَ أَن رابَت عَلَيَّ رَوائِبي

Did my illness deceive you about me, O son of Faʿlah,

Have my afflictions deceived you, O son of wickedness,

on the evening when my afflictions beset me?

On an evening when my misfortunes overwhelmed me,

وَمَوقِدِ نيرانِ ثَلاثٍ فَشَرُّها

وَمَوقِدِ نيرانِ ثَلاثٍ فَشَرُّها

وَأَلأَمُها أَوقَدتَها غَيرَ عازِبِ

وَأَلأَمُها أَوقَدتَها غَيرَ عازِبِ

And you, kindler of three fires—the worst of them

And the fires of three misfortunes - the worst of them

and basest of them you kindled, not from afar.

Whose pain you have kindled, though you are not a comforter.

سَلَبتَ سِلاحي بائِساً وَشَتَمتَني

سَلَبتَ سِلاحي بائِساً وَشَتَمتَني

فَيا خَيرَ مَسلوبٍ وَيا شَرَّ سالِبِ

فَيا خَيرَ مَسلوبٍ وَيا شَرَّ سالِبِ

You seized my weapons while I was stricken, and insulted me.

You have robbed me of my weapon, miserable, and insulted me,

So, O best of those robbed, and O worst of robbers!

So excellent robber and evil despoiler.

فَإِن أَكُ لَم أَخضِبكَ فيها فَإِنَّها

فَإِن أَكُ لَم أَخضِبكَ فيها فَإِنَّها

نُيوبُ أَساويدٍ اشَولُ عَقارِبِ

نُيوبُ أَساويدٍ اشَولُ عَقارِبِ

So if I have not bloodied you with them, they are indeed

If I do not dye you in it, it is

the fangs of black serpents, the upraised tails of scorpions.

The claws of a lion, more deadly than scorpions.

وَيا رِكبَةَ الحَمراءِ يا شَرَّ رِكبَةٍ

وَيا رِكبَةَ الحَمراءِ يا شَرَّ رِكبَةٍ

وَكادَت تَكونُ شَرَّ رِكبَةِ راكِبِ

وَكادَت تَكونُ شَرَّ رِكبَةِ راكِبِ

And O ride upon the red one, O worst of rides!

O reddish-brown knee, O worst of knees

And it nearly became the worst ride a rider ever took.

Almost the worst knee of any rider.