إِذاwhen أَتىhe comes مُوهِناًlate at night وَقَدand already نَامَhave fallen asleep صَحبيَmy companions
إِذا أَتى مُوهِناً وَقَد نَامَ صَحبيَ
وَسَجاand has grown still اللَيلُthe night بِالظَلامِin darkness البَهِيمِpitch-black
وَسَجا اللَيلُ بِالظَلامِ البَهِيمِ
When he comes late at night, and my companions have already fallen asleep,
When my companion comes humiliated and asleep
And night has grown still in pitch-black darkness,
And the night spreads its bestial darkness,
فَوقَupon شِيزِيmy wooden bowls مِثلَlike الجَواليgreat basins (probable intended reading) عَليهاupon them
فَوقَ شِيزِي مِثلَ الجَوالي عَليها
قِطَعٌpieces كَالوَذِيلِlike silver ingots فيin نَقيِthe fine, sifted portion of فَومِwheat
قِطَعٌ كَالوَذِيلِ في نَقيِ فَومِ
On my wooden bowls, like great basins (reading uncertain), lie
Above my mat like the corpses upon it
Pieces like silver ingots amid fine wheat flour.
Are shreds like a tail in the mouth of a hyena
Sol 6.1