رَمَتshe shot at كَبديmy liver أُختَthe sister السماكِof al-Simāk فَأَقصَدَتand she dealt a mortal blow
رَمَت كَبدي أُختَ السماكِ فَأَقصَدَت
أَلاAh! بِأَبيmay my father be ransom رامٍan archer يُصيبُhits the mark وَلاand does not يُخطيmiss
أَلا بِأَبي رامٍ يُصيبُ وَلا يُخطي
The sister of al-Simāk shot at my liver and dealt a mortal blow.
My sister with an aim true as falcon's struck
Ah, may my father be ransom for an archer who hits the mark and never misses!
By our father whose throw finds its mark, never misses
قَريبَةُclose ماwhat lies بَينَbetween الخَلاخِلthe anklets إِنif مَشَتshe walks
قَريبَةُ ما بَينَ الخَلاخِل إِن مَشَت
بَعيدَةdistant ماwhat lies بَينَbetween القِلادَةِthe necklace وَالقرطِand the earring
بَعيدَة ما بَينَ القِلادَةِ وَالقرطِ
The span between her anklets is short when she walks;
Dear to me as the anklet round the slim ankle
The span between her necklace and earring is long.
Far from me as necklace from ear on fair mistress
نَعِمتI was happy بِهاwith her حَتّىuntil أُتيحَتwas allotted لَناto us النَوىseparation
نَعِمت بِها حَتّى أُتيحَت لَنا النَوى
كَذاsuch شيمَthe ways الأَيّامُof the days تَأخُذُthey take ماwhat تُعطيthey give
كَذا شيمَ الأَيّامُ تَأخُذُ ما تُعطي
I was happy with her until separation was allotted to us.
While stars' bounty poured on us joy past all measure
Such are the ways of the days: they take what they give.
So days' rhythm deals loss and gain without ceasing