وَماand not ضَرَبَتshe beat عُتبىʿUtba لِذَنبٍfor a sin أَتَتshe committed بِهِwith it
وَما ضَرَبَت عُتبى لِذَنبٍ أَتَت بِهِ
وَلَكِنَّماbut rather وَلّادَةٌWallada تَشتَهيshe desires ضَربيto beat me
وَلَكِنَّما وَلّادَةٌ تَشتَهي ضَربي
ʿUtba was not beaten for any sin she had committed;
I see no harm in myself, though each event
Rather, Wallada only longs to beat me.
I meet resembles ill; so divers persons
فَقامَتthen she rose تَجُرُّshe drags الذَيلَthe hem عاثِرَةًstumbling بِهِover it
فَقامَت تَجُرُّ الذَيلَ عاثِرَةً بِهِ
وَتَمسَحُand she wipes طَلَّthe dew الدَمعِof tears بِالعَنَمِwith ʿanam twigs (her fingers) الرَطبِfresh and tender
وَتَمسَحُ طَلَّ الدَمعِ بِالعَنَمِ الرَطبِ
Then she rose, dragging her hem and stumbling over it,
Have divers sentiments; their actions' secrets
And wiping the dew of tears with tender ʿanam twigs—her fingers.
Are dividuous in unlike varieties.