مَرَرتُI passed بكَرمَةٍby a grapevine جَذبَتtugged رِدائيmy cloak
مَرَرتُ بكَرمَةٍ جَذبَت رِدائي
فَقُلتُso I said لَهاto her عَزمتِyou resolved عَلىupon أذائيhurting me
فَقُلتُ لَها عَزمتِ عَلى أذائي
I passed by a grapevine that tugged at my cloak.
So I said to her, "You have resolved to hurt me."
قالَتshe said لِمwhy مَرَرتَyou passed وَلَمand did not تُسلِّمgreet
قالَت لِم مَرَرتَ وَلَم تُسلِّم
وَقَدand already رويَتhave drunk their fill عظامُكyour bones مِنfrom دِمائيmy blood
وَقَد رويَت عظامُك مِن دِمائي
She said, "Why did you pass without a greeting,
when your bones have drunk their fill of my blood?"