لَقَد كَرُمَت عَلَيكَ فَتاةُ قَومٍ

لَقَد كَرُمَت عَلَيكَ فَتاةُ قَومٍ

شَرِبتَ بِفَضلِها فَضَلاتِ كَرمِ

شَرِبتَ بِفَضلِها فَضَلاتِ كَرمِ

A maiden of a tribe has indeed been dear to you;

The daughter of a people has honored you,

through her favor you drank the vine's leavings.

Through her grace you have drunk the choicest wine,

وَسُقتَ إِلَيكَ سوءَ الجُرمِ عَمداً

وَسُقتَ إِلَيكَ سوءَ الجُرمِ عَمداً

وَأَنتَ مُعَلَّلٌ بِسَويقِ جَرمِ

وَأَنتَ مُعَلَّلٌ بِسَويقِ جَرمِ

And you deliberately brought the evil of wrongdoing upon yourself,

Though you blame her, and purposely accuse her of sin,

while you are kept content with Jarm's roasted-grain meal.

While you are excused with barley gruel.

أَرى هَرِماً يُعيدُ نَباتَ نَبعٍ

أَرى هَرِماً يُعيدُ نَباتَ نَبعٍ

وَإِن كانَ الصَليبُ كَنَبتِ هَرمِ

وَإِن كانَ الصَليبُ كَنَبتِ هَرمِ

I see an aged man renewing the growth of a nabʿ tree,

I see the pyramids restore the flow of a spring,

even if the hard wood were like saltwort shoots.

Though the cross be like the shoot of a pyramid.

لَقَد خابَ الَّذي حَلَبَت يَداهُ

لَقَد خابَ الَّذي حَلَبَت يَداهُ

سَفاهَةَ عَقلِهِ بِأَذىً وَغَرمِ

سَفاهَةَ عَقلِهِ بِأَذىً وَغَرمِ

He has indeed failed whose hands have milked

Disappointed is he who milked with his hands,

the folly of his mind, with harm and loss.

The foolishness of his mind with harm and loss.

سَيُخفِتُ كُلَّ صَوتٍ زَأرُ لَيثٍ

سَيُخفِتُ كُلَّ صَوتٍ زَأرُ لَيثٍ

وَنَبأَةُ باغِمٍ وَهَديرُ قَرمِ

وَنَبأَةُ باغِمٍ وَهَديرُ قَرمِ

A lion's roar will hush every voice,

The roar of a lion will silence every voice,

as will a gazelle's faint cry and a stud camel's bellow.

And the news of a mournful one and the murmur of locusts.

رَماني مَن لَهُ وَتَري وَقَوسي

رَماني مَن لَهُ وَتَري وَقَوسي

وَكَفّي وَالسِهامُ فَكَيفَ أَرمي

وَكَفّي وَالسِهامُ فَكَيفَ أَرمي

He shot me—he who owns my bowstring and my bow,

She has thrown at me when I have a lute and a bow,

and my hand and the arrows—so how can I shoot?

My hands and arrows - so how can I shoot?