أَمِنْIs it because of ظُعُنٍwomen in camel litters هَبَّتْset out بِلَيْلٍby night فَأَصْبَحَتْand by morning were
أَمِنْ ظُعُنٍ هَبَّتْ بِلَيْلٍ فَأَصْبَحَتْ
بِصَوْعَةَat Ṣawʿah تُحْدَىurged onward with song كالفَسِيلِlike young date palms المُكَمَّمِwrapped
بِصَوْعَةَ تُحْدَى كالفَسِيلِ المُكَمَّمِ
Is it because of women in camel litters who set out by night and by morning were
From sentiments that gushed forth in the night, till at morn
at Ṣawʿah, urged onward with song like wrapped young date palms,
They appear a goblet you're challenged to drain, like a shrouded invalid.
تُبَادِرُhasten to shed عَيْنَاكَyour two eyes الدُّمُوعَthe tears كَأَنَّهَاas though they
تُبَادِرُ عَيْنَاكَ الدُّمُوعَ كَأَنَّهَا
تَفِيضَانِboth overflow مِنْfrom وَاهِيweakened الكُلىthe waterskin’s leather patches مُتَخَرِّمِriddled with holes
تَفِيضَانِ مِنْ وَاهِي الكُلى مُتَخَرِّمِ
that your eyes hasten to shed tears, as though they
Tears start forth from your eyes as though they poured
overflow from a hole-riddled waterskin with weakened leather patches?
From the crumbled and ruined home of the kidneys, in pain.