بِطَاوِيةِ الأَجَادِلِ أَوْ بُزَاةٍ

بِطَاوِيةِ الأَجَادِلِ أَوْ بُزَاةٍ

مُحَمِّجَةٍ لداهِيةٍ شَمُوسِ

مُحَمِّجَةٍ لداهِيةٍ شَمُوسِ

With hungry falcons or hawks,

With servants' gowns or country buses,

Glaring fiercely, ready for an unruly calamity,

All fancied up for swaggering louts,

تَراها في بُرَاها مُنْغِصَاتٍ

تَراها في بُرَاها مُنْغِصَاتٍ

بِأَرْؤُسِها بِحَسٍّ أَو حَسِيسِ

بِأَرْؤُسِها بِحَسٍّ أَو حَسِيسِ

You see them in their rings, bobbing

You see them in their motley dresses

Their heads at a sound or a faint rustle.

With heads held high in scornful pouts.

فأُمُّ الطّيرِ في شَرٍّ وعَرٍّ

فأُمُّ الطّيرِ في شَرٍّ وعَرٍّ

وأُمُّ الوَحْشِ في يَومٍ عَبُوسِ

وأُمُّ الوَحْشِ في يَومٍ عَبُوسِ

So the mother of birds is in misery and affliction,

The mother bird is in distress,

And the mother of wild beasts faces a grim day.

The mother beast in sullen mood.