لَنِعمَfine indeed is الفَتىthe young man تَعشوyou make your way إِلىtoward ضَوءِthe light of نارِهِhis fire
لَنِعمَ الفَتى تَعشو إِلى ضَوءِ نارِهِ
طَريفُṬarīf بنُson of مالٍMāl لَيلَةَon a night of الجوعِhunger وَالخَصرِand cold
طَريفُ بنُ مالٍ لَيلَةَ الجوعِ وَالخَصرِ
Fine indeed is the young man whose firelight you seek:
The gallant lad walks towards the glow of his fire
Ṭarīf son of Māl, on a night of hunger and cold,
On the night of hunger and leanness, Tarif ibn Malik
إِذاwhen البازِلُthe mature she-camel الكَوماءُhigh-humped راحَتreturned in the evening عَشِيَّةًat dusk
إِذا البازِلُ الكَوماءُ راحَت عَشِيَّةً
تُلاوِذُshe seeks shelter مِنfrom صَوتِthe sound of المُبَسّينَthose coaxing camels with calls بِالشَجرِamong the trees
تُلاوِذُ مِن صَوتِ المُبَسّينَ بِالشَجرِ
when the mature, high-humped she-camel returns at dusk,
When the white-winged dove goes home at dusk
seeking shelter among the trees from the camel-callers’ cries.
Seeking refuge from the sound of those who spend the night in trees