غادَرَنيleft me سَهمُهُhis arrow أَعشىdim-sighted وَغادَرَهُand left him
غادَرَني سَهمُهُ أَعشى وَغادَرَهُ
سَهمُthe arrow of اِبنِson of أَحمَرَAhmar يَشكوcomplaining of pain in الرَأسَthe head وَالكَبِداand the liver
سَهمُ اِبنِ أَحمَرَ يَشكو الرَأسَ وَالكَبِدا
His arrow left me dim-sighted, while he was left
His arrow left me blind, and left him
by Ibn Ahmar's arrow, suffering in his head and liver.
The arrow of Ibn Aḥmar complaining of head and liver
شُلَّتmay they be paralyzed أَنامِلُthe fingers of مَخشِيَّMakhshi فَلاso may they not جَبَرَتheal
شُلَّت أَنامِلُ مَخشِيَّ فَلا جَبَرَت
وَلاand may he not اِستَعانَseek help بِضاحيfrom the back of كَفِّهِhis hand أَبَداever
وَلا اِستَعانَ بِضاحي كَفِّهِ أَبَدا
May Makhshi's fingers be paralyzed and never heal,
The fingers of Makhshiyya were paralyzed, so they could not heal
And may he never draw help from the back of his hand.
Nor get help from the palm of his hand, ever
أَهوىhe hurled لَهاat it مِشقَصاًan arrowhead حَشراًslender and sharp فَشَبرَقَهاand tore it to shreds
أَهوى لَها مِشقَصاً حَشراً فَشَبرَقَها
وَكُنتُand I used to أَدعوcall قَذاهاits grit الإِثمِدَantimony kohl القَرِداcoarse
وَكُنتُ أَدعو قَذاها الإِثمِدَ القَرِدا
He hurled a slender, sharp arrowhead at my eye and tore it to shreds,
I loved her intensely, so it lit her up
And I used to call its grit coarse antimony kohl.
And I used to call her bright face the shining orb
أَعشوI see dimly بِعَينٍwith one eye وَأُخرىand the other قَدalready أَضَرَّhas done harm بِهاto it
أَعشو بِعَينٍ وَأُخرى قَد أَضَرَّ بِها
رَيبُthe misfortunes of الزَمانِtime فَأَمسىand so became ضَوؤُهاits light خَمَداextinguished
رَيبُ الزَمانِ فَأَمسى ضَوؤُها خَمَدا
I see dimly with one eye; the other has been harmed
I become blind in one eye, and the other
by time's misfortunes, and now its light has died out.
Was harmed by the shame of time, so its light dimmed