أَناI اِبنُson of تَميمٍTamim لِعاداتِهاtrue to her customs
أَنا اِبنُ تَميمٍ لِعاداتِها
قُروماًnoble chiefs نَمَتshe has raised وَلُيوثاًand lions بُحوراseas of bounty
قُروماً نَمَت وَلُيوثاً بُحورا
I am a son of Tamim, true to her customs;
she has raised noble chiefs and lions, seas of bounty.
تَرىyou see الجُزرَthe slaughter-camels حَولَaround بُيوتاتِهِمtheir houses
تَرى الجُزرَ حَولَ بُيوتاتِهِم
عَقيراًhamstrung تَكوسُhobbling وَأُخرىand another بَقيراwith its belly slit open
عَقيراً تَكوسُ وَأُخرى بَقيرا
You see the slaughter-camels around their houses:
one hamstrung and hobbling, another with its belly slit open.