لَعَمريby my life لَأَعرابِيَّةٌindeed, a Bedouin woman فيin مِظَلَّةٍa tent
لَعَمري لَأَعرابِيَّةٌ في مِظَلَّةٍ
تَظَلُّkeeps on بِرَوقَيat the two sides of بَيتِهاher tent الريحُthe wind تَخفِقُblowing
تَظَلُّ بِرَوقَي بَيتِها الريحُ تَخفِقُ
By my life, a Bedouin woman in a tent,
By my life, she is an Arabian woman in a tent
With the wind ever blowing at her tent’s two sides,
Whose house is shaded by her palm branch partitions
كَأُمُّlike the mother of غَزالٍa gazelle أَوor كَدُرَّةِlike a pearl of غائِصٍa diver
كَأُمُّ غَزالٍ أَو كَدُرَّةِ غائِصٍ
إِذاwhen ماan emphatic particle بَدَتshe appears مِثلَlike الغَمامَةِthe cloud تُشرِقُshe shines
إِذا ما بَدَت مِثلَ الغَمامَةِ تُشرِقُ
Like a gazelle’s mother or a diver’s pearl,
Like a mother gazelle or a diving pearl
Shining like a cloud whenever she appears,
When she appears like a radiant cloud
أَحَبُّdearer إِلَيناto us مِنthan ضِناكٍa corpulent woman ضِفِنَّةٍthickset
أَحَبُّ إِلَينا مِن ضِناكٍ ضِفِنَّةٍ
إِذاwhen رُفِعَتare removed عَنهاfrom her المَراوِحُthe fans تَعرَقُshe sweats
إِذا رُفِعَت عَنها المَراوِحُ تَعرَقُ
Is dearer to us than a corpulent, thickset woman,
Dearer to us than a fat sheep
Who sweats when the fans are taken away from her,
When its covering is lifted and it sweats
كَبِطّيخَةِlike the watermelon of الزَرّاعِthe farmer يُعجِبُdelights لَونُهاits color
كَبِطّيخَةِ الزَرّاعِ يُعجِبُ لَونُها
صَحيحاًwhole وَيَبدوand appears داؤُهاits disease حينَwhen تُفلَقُit is split open
صَحيحاً وَيَبدو داؤُها حينَ تُفلَقُ
Like the farmer’s watermelon, whose color delights
Like a farmer's melon - its color is pleasing
While whole, but whose rot shows when it is split.
Though its disease shows when cut open