بِئسَwretched is التَحِيَّةُthe greeting بَينَناbetween us المُرّانُthe ashwood spears
بِئسَ التَحِيَّةُ بَينَنا المُرّانُ
وَضِرابُand blows يَومِa day of وَقيعَةٍbattle وَطِعانُand spear-thrusts
وَضِرابُ يَومِ وَقيعَةٍ وَطِعانُ
Wretched is the greeting between us: ashwood spears,
Poor is the greeting between us, mutual blame
and blows on a day of battle, and spear-thrusts.
And a day of calamity and stabbing.
بَسَطواthey stretched out إِلَيَّto me أَنامِلاًfingers مَغروسَةًplanted
بَسَطوا إِلَيَّ أَنامِلاً مَغروسَةً
فيin اللُؤمِbaseness لَمdid not يَعرَقsweat لَهُنَّfor them عِنانُa rein
في اللُؤمِ لَم يَعرَق لَهُنَّ عِنانُ
They stretched out to me fingers planted
They extended to me fingers dipped
in baseness; no rein has ever sweated for them.
In villainy, with no restraint upon them.