ياقُبْحَهاOh, how ugly she is! مِنas عَجْوزٍan old woman صَدْرُهاher chest قَفَصٌa cage
ياقُبْحَها مِن عَجْوزٍ صَدْرُها قَفَصٌ
وَثَغْرُهاand her mouth أسْوَدٌblack والشَّعْرُand the hair ذُوhaving بَرَصِwhite patches (vitiligo)
وَثَغْرُها أسْوَدٌ والشَّعْرُ ذُو بَرَصِ
How ugly that old crone is—her chest a cage!
How ugly this old woman is—her chest is a cage!
Her mouth is black, and her hair is mottled like leprosy.
And her mouth is black, and her hair is blotched with white.
قَالَتshe said لَقَدْindeed طَارَflew قَلبيmy heart اليومَtoday مِنfrom فَرَحٍjoy
قَالَت لَقَدْ طَارَ قَلبي اليومَ مِن فَرَحٍ
فَقُلتُso I said كَيْفَhow يَطِيرُcan fly الطَّيْرُthe bird مِنfrom قَفَصِa cage
فَقُلتُ كَيْفَ يَطِيرُ الطَّيْرُ مِن قَفَصِ
She said, “Today my heart has flown for joy.”
She said, “Today my heart has flown for joy!”
So I said, “How can a bird fly out of a cage?”
So I said, “How can a bird fly out of a cage?”
