أَمِن رُسومٍ بِأَعَلى الجِزعِ مِن شَرِبِ

أَمِن رُسومٍ بِأَعَلى الجِزعِ مِن شَرِبِ

فاضَت دُموعُكَ فَوقَ الخَدِّ كَالشَرَبِ

فاضَت دُموعُكَ فَوقَ الخَدِّ كَالشَرَبِ

Is it because of traces at the upper end of the valley bend of Sharib

From the patterns at the top of an old palm tree being tapped for wine

that your tears have overflowed over your cheek like water?

Your tears flowed over your cheek like the flowing sap

لا يَظعَنونَ عَلى عَمياءَ إِن ظَعَنوا

لا يَظعَنونَ عَلى عَمياءَ إِن ظَعَنوا

وَلا يُطيلونَ إِخماداً عَنِ السُرَبِ

وَلا يُطيلونَ إِخماداً عَنِ السُرَبِ

They do not set out on a blind course when they set out,

They cannot overpower the blind even if they try overpowering

nor do they long remain inactive, away from the bands of horsemen.

Nor can they prolong the quenching of their thirst at the cistern

وَيلُ اُمِّ حَيٍّ دَفَعتُم في نُحورِهِمُ

وَيلُ اُمِّ حَيٍّ دَفَعتُم في نُحورِهِمُ

بَني كِلابٍ غَداةَ الرُعبِ وَالرَهَبِ

بَني كِلابٍ غَداةَ الرُعبِ وَالرَهَبِ

Woe to the mother of a tribe against whose throats you have charged,

Woe to the mother of the living whom in their breasts

O sons of Kilab, on the morning of terror and dread!

You thrust, you dogs, on a morn of fear and terror