نَبَّأتنيyou told me أَنَّthat عَبدَservant of اللَّهِGod مُنتَزِعٌtaking away
نَبَّأتني أَنَّ عَبدَ اللَّهِ مُنتَزِعٌ
مِنّيfrom me عَطاياهُhis gifts لُكّاعَyou scoundrel بنَson of لُكّاعِa scoundrel
مِنّي عَطاياهُ لُكّاعَ بنَ لُكّاعِ
You told me that Abd Allah is taking back
You told me that Abdullah is taking back
His gifts from me, you scoundrel, son of a scoundrel.
His gifts from me, O son of a despicable one!
كَذَبتَyou lied لَمdid not تَغذُهُshe suckled him سَوداءa black woman مُقرفةٌbaseborn
كَذَبتَ لَم تَغذُهُ سَوداء مُقرفةٌ
بِشَرِّwith the worst ثَديٍbreast كَأَنفِlike the nose of الكَلبِthe dog دَمّاعِdripping
بِشَرِّ ثَديٍ كَأَنفِ الكَلبِ دَمّاعِ
You lied! No black, baseborn woman suckled him
You lied - no swarthy wide-nostrilled she-camel
At the vilest breast, dripping like a dog's nose;
Has ever suckled him with teats like a dog's tearful nose,
إِلّاexcept بِأَلبانِon the milk of حورٍfair, dark-eyed women كَالدُّمىlike statues شُمُسٍunapproachable
إِلّا بِأَلبانِ حورٍ كَالدُّمى شُمُسٍ
مِنfrom عامِرٍAmir وَنَمَتهُand reared him بَينَamong أَفراعِnoble scions
مِن عامِرٍ وَنَمَتهُ بَينَ أَفراعِ
But only on the milk of fair, dark-eyed women, statue-like and unapproachable,
But only the milk of fair women like suns rising white
Of Amir, who reared him among noble scions.
From Aamir when it grew between the ribs.
Sol 6.1