عيسىIsa تَبارىvied بَعدَafter طولِlength of كِلالُهاtheir weariness
عيسى تَبارى بَعدَ طولِ كِلالُها
مِثلُlike الأَهِلَّةِthe crescent moons قَدalready ذَهَبنَthey had gone مَحاقاinto the moon’s dark phase
مِثلُ الأَهِلَّةِ قَد ذَهَبنَ مَحاقا
Isa vied after their long weariness,
Isa awakened after her long languor
White camels racing on, despite their long-suffered exhaustion,
Like crescent moons that had waned into darkness.
Like the new moon, her sorrows now in the past
Resembling crescent moons that have waned into fading curves,
يَرميhurls العِجاجَthe swirling dust بِهاwith them أَغَرُّwhite-blazed مُحَجَّلٌwhite-footed
يَرمي العِجاجَ بِها أَغَرُّ مُحَجَّلٌ
جَعَلَmade السُيوفَthe swords مُناكِحاًmarriages وَطَلاقاand divorce
جَعَلَ السُيوفَ مُناكِحاً وَطَلاقا
A white-blazed, white-footed one hurls them into the swirling dust;
Throwing her veil, a fetching, modest dear
Thrust through the dust by a noble, radiant hero,
He made swords the means of marriages and divorce.
Who made of swords her wedding and divorce
Who has made of swords his marriage and his divorce.