لانَتwere soft عَلىto المَسِّthe touch بِالأَيديwith the hands جُسومُهُمtheir bodies
لانَت عَلى المَسِّ بِالأَيدي جُسومُهُم
وَفيand in الصُدورِthe breasts لَعَمريby my life يَنبُتُgrows الحَسَكُthorns
وَفي الصُدورِ لَعَمري يَنبُتُ الحَسَكُ
Their bodies were soft to the touch of hands,
And in their breasts, by my life, thorns grow.
فيin الحَربِwar عَقلُblood-money of رِجالٍmen إِنif هُمthey قُتِلواare slain
في الحَربِ عَقلُ رِجالٍ إِن هُم قُتِلوا
وَفيand in الحِجاunderstanding عَقلُthe mind of نِسوانٍwomen لَهاthey have مَسَكُbracelets
وَفي الحِجا عَقلُ نِسوانٍ لَها مَسَكُ
In war, their blood-money is that of men, if they are slain;
And in understanding, theirs is the mind of women wearing bracelets.
تَمَسَّكواthey clung بِحِبالِto the cords of النُسكِpiety فيin زَمَنٍa time
تَمَسَّكوا بِحِبالِ النُسكِ في زَمَنٍ
وَلاحَand appeared نَزرٌa trifle فَخَلّواso they abandoned ماwhat بِهِto it اِمتَسَكواthey clung
وَلاحَ نَزرٌ فَخَلّوا ما بِهِ اِمتَسَكوا
They clung to the cords of piety for a time,
And a trifle appeared, so they abandoned what they had clung to.
Translation model: Sol 6.1