شكا في ظهره حَدبَه

شكا في ظهره حَدبَه

فقلت دعوهُ يا كذَبَه

فقلت دعوهُ يا كذَبَه

He complained of a hump on his back.

His back complains of its hump

So I said, “Leave him alone, you liars!”

I said leave it, O liar

جرابٌ بين فخذَيهِ تعلّق

جرابٌ بين فخذَيهِ تعلّق

تعلق صَيتَ الجَلَبه

تعلق صَيتَ الجَلَبه

A sack hung between his thighs,

A bag hangs between his thighs

hanging like the clamor’s sound (the wording is unclear).

The sound of the waterskin hangs

فألقاهُ على كتفي

فألقاهُ على كتفي

هِ فهو عليهِ كالعَقَبه

هِ فهو عليهِ كالعَقَبه

Then he cast it upon his shoulders,

So I threw it over my shoulder

and on him it is like a steep slope.

And it clings to him like a leech