وَبَربَطانِيٍّ غَدا

وَبَربَطانِيٍّ غَدا

مُستَحكِماً وَسواسُهُ

مُستَحكِماً وَسواسُهُ

And a pellet-shooter whose

With an Englishman overwhelming

obsession has grown firmly entrenched:

His obsession grows firmer.

يَرفَعُ عَينَيهِ إِلى

يَرفَعُ عَينَيهِ إِلى

كُلِّ مَكانٍ راسُهُ

كُلِّ مَكانٍ راسُهُ

his eyes are raised toward

He raises his eyes to

every place by his head.

Every place his head is.

فوهُ لَهُ خَريطَةً

فوهُ لَهُ خَريطَةً

كَمَخَتُها أَضراسُهُ

كَمَخَتُها أَضراسُهُ

His mouth is a pouch for him,

For it a map he has,

its shagreen leather his molars.

Like the teeth of his molars.

فَإشن رَمى فَإِنَّما

فَإشن رَمى فَإِنَّما

بُندُقُهُ أَنفاسُهُ

بُندُقُهُ أَنفاسُهُ

So if he shoots, then

So if he shoots, verily

his pellets are nothing but his breaths.

His rifle's his breath.