تَرى عَبَداتِهِنَّ يَعُدنَ حُدباً

تَرى عَبَداتِهِنَّ يَعُدنَ حُدباً

تَناوِلُها الغَلاةُ اِلى الغَلاةِ

تَناوِلُها الغَلاةُ اِلى الغَلاةِ

You see the sturdy ones among them grow bent-backed,

I grew tired of them counting ridges

As far-shooting archers pass them on to far-shooting archers.

Which thieves pass on to thieves