أَكُلَّis it every صَباحٍmorning لاnot يَزالُceases يَعودُنيvisits me
أَكُلَّ صَباحٍ لا يَزالُ يَعودُني
بَنوsons of أُمِّthe mother of قِردٍa monkey يَشحَذونَthey sharpen المَبارِياthe paring knives
بَنو أُمِّ قِردٍ يَشحَذونَ المَبارِيا
Every morning, do they still return to visit me—
Must they keep visiting me every morning—
the sons of Umayya, apes sharpening their blades?
The sons of a monkey’s mother, sharpening their paring knives?
مِنَof القَومِthe tribe أَفطاسٌflat-nosed men كَأَنَّas though أُنوفَهُمُtheir noses
مِنَ القَومِ أَفطاسٌ كَأَنَّ أُنوفَهُمُ
أُنوفُsnouts خَنازيرٍof pigs يُراقِبنَthey watch خارِياsomeone defecating
أُنوفُ خَنازيرٍ يُراقِبنَ خارِيا
Among the tribe are flat-nosed men, as though their noses
Flat-nosed men of the tribe, as though their noses were
were pigs’ snouts watching someone shit.
The snouts of pigs watching someone defecate.
