خليليَّ لا نومٌ لنا عندَ من له

خليليَّ لا نومٌ لنا عندَ من له

فُساً زاد حتى شاعَ خطبُ مهبّه

فُساً زاد حتى شاعَ خطبُ مهبّه

My two friends, there is no sleep for us beside one whose

My beloved, with those whose hearts are astir, we find no rest

farting has increased until the horror of its blowing is widely known.

Till breath itself fails, so loud the tale of their distress

فلا تقربَا هذا النسيمَ فإنَّه

فلا تقربَا هذا النسيمَ فإنَّه

إذا هبَّ كان الموت أيسر خطبه

إذا هبَّ كان الموت أيسر خطبه

So do not approach this breeze, you two, for

Beware the freshness of this gentle breeze that blows

when it blows, death is its mildest affliction.

For when it rises, death itself seems not so dire and close