يا سالِكاً بَيْنَ الأَسِنَّةِ والظبُّا

يا سالِكاً بَيْنَ الأَسِنَّةِ والظبُّا

إِنِّي أَشُمُّ عَلَيْكَ رائِحَةَ الدَّمِ

إِنِّي أَشُمُّ عَلَيْكَ رائِحَةَ الدَّمِ

O you who pass among spearheads and sword blades,

O passerby between the fangs and the deer

Indeed, I smell the scent of blood upon you.

I scent upon you the smell of blood

يا لَيْتَ شِعْري مَنْ رَقاكَ بِعُودِهِ

يا لَيْتَ شِعْري مَنْ رَقاكَ بِعُودِهِ

حَتَّى رَقيتَ إلى مَكانِ الأَرْقَم

حَتَّى رَقيتَ إلى مَكانِ الأَرْقَم

If only I knew who charmed you with his stick,

Oh, would that I knew who tamed you with his pole

Until you climbed to the speckled serpent’s place.

Until you ascended to the place of wounds