بَنَتbuilt لَكُمfor you هِندٌHind بِتَلذيعِby scorching بَظرِهاher clitoris
بَنَت لَكُم هِندٌ بِتَلذيعِ بَظرِها
دَكاكينَraised platforms مِنof جِصٍّplaster عَلَيهاupon them المَجالِسُthe assemblies
دَكاكينَ مِن جِصٍّ عَلَيها المَجالِسُ
Hind built for you, by scorching her clitoris,
Hind built for you with her soft belly
Raised platforms of plaster upon which assemblies sit.
Shops of plaster, and on them the gatherings.
فَواللَهِso, by God لَولاwere it not for رَهزُsexual thrusting هِندٍHind بِبظرِهاwith her clitoris
فَواللَهِ لَولا رَهزُ هِندٍ بِبظرِها
لَعُدَّwould surely be counted أَبوهاher father فيamong اللِئامِthe ignoble men العَوابسِthe scowling ones
لَعُدَّ أَبوها في اللِئامِ العَوابسِ
So, by God, were it not for Hind's sexual thrusting with her clitoris,
By God, were it not for Hind's swaying belly,
Her father would surely be counted among the scowling, ignoble men.
Her father would be counted among the frowning ignoble ones.