فقد صرتُ عماً لها بالمشيـ

فقد صرتُ عماً لها بالمشيـ

ـب زولاً لديها هو الأزولْ

ـب زولاً لديها هو الأزولْ

For through gray hair I have become an uncle to her,

For I have become an uncle to her as I walk

A strange sight in her eyes—the strangest of all—

A man to her, he is the most humble

كهُولة ما أوقد المحلفو

كهُولة ما أوقد المحلفو

ن للحالفين وما هوَّلوا

ن للحالفين وما هوَّلوا

Like the terror of what the oath-administerers kindled

Like an old man who has not ignited for the swearers

For those swearing oaths, and what they made fearsome.

To the oath-takers, and they have not pretended