أيريَ لا يعدمُني عرابدا

أيريَ لا يعدمُني عرابدا

قد قرّرَ الليل له المواعدا

قد قرّرَ الليل له المواعدا

My cock never leaves me short of rowdies.

My shelter does not fail to protect me,

My member never fails to find me fierce encounters,

Night has already fixed the trysts for it.

The night has made its appointment.

For the night has scheduled its appointed trysts.

أنعظَ حتى جازع رأسي صاعدا

أنعظَ حتى جازع رأسي صاعدا

باعاً وجازَ فوق باع ساعدا

باعاً وجازَ فوق باع ساعدا

It grew erect until, rising, it passed beyond my head

It cries until my erect head ascends,

It surged erect until it passed my head, ascending,

By a fathom, then exceeded that fathom by a forearm's length.

Selling and exceeding the span of my arm.

A full fathom long, and surpassing that by a forearm.

ثم ترقّى زائداً فزائدا

ثم ترقّى زائداً فزائدا

كأنّ كفّاً أخذت جلامدا

كأنّ كفّاً أخذت جلامدا

Then it rose still higher, growing more and more.

Then it climbs and accumulates excess upon excess,

Then it climbed upward, growing ever greater,

As though a hand had taken up boulders,

As if a rock hand seized a bridle

As though a mighty hand had taken heavy boulders

تقذفُ فيه واحداً فواحدا

تقذفُ فيه واحداً فواحدا

فاستولج الناسُ له المساجدا

فاستولج الناسُ له المساجدا

Hurling them into it, one after another.

Casting one then another into it.

And cast them inside it, one by one.

So the people entered the mosques because of it,

So people took the mosques for shelter,

The people fled into the mosques on its account,

ورفعوا الأيدي والسواعدا

ورفعوا الأيدي والسواعدا

مبتهلين راكعاً وساجدا

مبتهلين راكعاً وساجدا

And raised their hands and forearms,

Raising hands and arms

Raising their hands and arms in supplication,

Supplicating, bowing and prostrating themselves,

Pleading while bowing and prostrating,

Imploring God, bowing down and prostrating,

يخشون حرّاً وعذاباً وافدا

يخشون حرّاً وعذاباً وافدا

فلو تراني تحت أيري قاعدا

فلو تراني تحت أيري قاعدا

Fearing heat and a torment drawing near.

Fearing arriving heat and torment.

Fearing a scorching heat and a descending torment.

So if you saw me sitting beneath my cock,

If you could see me sitting under my shelter,

So if you saw me sitting beneath my cock,

حسبتني طفلاً يناغي والدا

حسبتني طفلاً يناغي والدا

أحسبهُ رَعنَ جُبَيلٍ فاردا

أحسبهُ رَعنَ جُبَيلٍ فاردا

You would think me a child cooing to a father.

You'd think me a child calling to its parent.

You would deem me a child prattling to his father,

I reckon it a little mountain's solitary spur.

I reckon it a roaring flood let loose.

Mistaking it for the crag of a solitary mountain.