إِلَيكَtoward you اِبنَson of موسىMusa الجودِgenerosity أَعمَلتُI urged onward ناقَتيmy she-camel
إِلَيكَ اِبنَ موسى الجودِ أَعمَلتُ ناقَتي
مُجَلَّلَةًdraped يَضفوhangs amply عَلَيهاover her جِلالُهاher saddlecloths
مُجَلَّلَةً يَضفو عَلَيها جِلالُها
Toward you, son of Musa the Generous, I urged my she-camel,
Draped, her saddlecloths hanging amply over her.
كَتومُconcealing الوَجىfoot-pain لاnot تَشتَكيshe complains of أَلَمَthe pain of السُرىnight travel
كَتومُ الوَجى لا تَشتَكي أَلَمَ السُرى
سَواءٌalike عَلَيهاto her مَوتُهاher death وَاِعتِلالُهاand her illness
سَواءٌ عَلَيها مَوتُها وَاِعتِلالُها
She hides her foot-pain and does not complain of the pain of night travel;
Her death and her illness are alike to her.
إِذاwhen شَرِبَتshe drank أَبصَرَتshe saw ماwhat جَوفُthe hollow of بَطنِهاher belly
إِذا شَرِبَت أَبصَرَت ما جَوفُ بَطنِها
وَإِنand if ظَمِئَتshe grew thirsty لَمdid not يَبدُappear مِنهاfrom her هُزالُهاher emaciation
وَإِن ظَمِئَت لَم يَبدُ مِنها هُزالُها
When she drinks, she sees what is in the hollow of her belly.
And if she thirsts, her emaciation does not show.
وَإِنand if حَمَلَتshe carried حِملاًa load تَكَلَّفتُI undertook حِملَهاher load
وَإِن حَمَلَت حِملاً تَكَلَّفتُ حِملَها
وَإِنand if حُطَّwas taken off عَنهاfrom her لَمdid not أَقُلI say كَيفَhow حالُهاher condition
وَإِن حُطَّ عَنها لَم أَقُل كَيفَ حالُها
And if she carries a load, I take her burden upon myself;
And if it is taken off her, I do not ask how she fares.
بَعَثناwe sent بِهاwith her تَسموrise العُيونُthe eyes وَراءَهاbehind her
بَعَثنا بِها تَسمو العُيونُ وَراءَها
إِلَيكَtoward you وَماand not يُخشىis feared عَلَيهاfor her كَلالُهاher weariness
إِلَيكَ وَما يُخشى عَلَيها كَلالُها
We sent her forth, eyes rising in her wake,
Toward you, with no fear of her weariness.
وَغَنّىand sang مُغَنِّياًa singer بَصِوتٍin a voice فَشاقَنيand so stirred my longing
وَغَنّى مُغَنِّياً بَصِوتٍ فَشاقَني
مَتىwhen راجِعٌreturning مِنfrom أُمِّUmm (mother of) عَمرٍوʿAmr خَيالُهاher dream-phantom
مَتى راجِعٌ مِن أُمِّ عَمرٍو خَيالُها
And a singer sang in a voice that stirred my longing:
"When will Umm ʿAmr's dream-phantom return?"
أُحِبُّI love لَكُمfor your sake قَيسَQays بنَson of عَيلانَʿAylan كُلُّهاall of it
أُحِبُّ لَكُم قَيسَ بنَ عَيلانَ كُلُّها
وَيُعجِبُنيand delights me فُرسانُهاits horsemen وَرِجالُهاand its men
وَيُعجِبُني فُرسانُها وَرِجالُها
For your sake, I love all of Qays ibn ʿAylan,
And its horsemen and its men delight me.
وَماand what لِيَfor me لاnot أَهوىI love بَقاءَthe survival of قَبيلَةٍa tribe
وَما لِيَ لا أَهوى بَقاءَ قَبيلَةٍ
أَبوكَyour father لَهاfor it بَدرٌa full moon وَأَنتَand you هِلالُهاits crescent moon
أَبوكَ لَها بَدرٌ وَأَنتَ هِلالُها
And why should I not cherish the survival of a tribe
Whose full moon is your father, and you its crescent?
Translation model: Sol 6.1