نَصولُ بِكُلِّ أَبيَضَ مَشرَفِيٍّ

نَصولُ بِكُلِّ أَبيَضَ مَشرَفِيٍّ

عَلى اللاتي بَقى فيهِنَّ ماءُ

عَلى اللاتي بَقى فيهِنَّ ماءُ

We strike with every gleaming Mashrafi sword

The whitest garment drapes

at the she-camels in which moisture still remains,

Women who still have water within them.

عَشِيَّةَ تُؤثِرُ الغُرباءُ فينا

عَشِيَّةَ تُؤثِرُ الغُرباءُ فينا

فَلا هُم هالِكونَ وَلا رِداءُ

فَلا هُم هالِكونَ وَلا رِداءُ

at evening, when strangers are favored among us,

In the evening strangers would choose them over us—

so they are neither doomed nor wretched.

Neither are they ruined, nor do they have coverings.