عوجي علينا وآربَعي يا فاطما

عوجي علينا وآربَعي يا فاطما

ما دون أن يُرى البعير قائما

ما دون أن يُرى البعير قائما

Turn aside to us and linger, O Fatima,

Turn away from us and be gone, O Fatima

Only for a while, before the camel is seen standing.

Before the camel is seen standing

ألا ترينَ الدمعَ مني ساجما

ألا ترينَ الدمعَ مني ساجما

حذارَ منك لن تُلائما

حذارَ منك لن تُلائما

Do you not see my tears streaming,

Do you not see my tears flowing

Fearing that you will not come to terms?

Beware of you, we will not get along

فعرّجت مُطَّرداً عُراهما

فعرّجت مُطَّرداً عُراهما

فعماً يبذُّ القُطُفَ الرواسما

فعماً يبذُّ القُطُفَ الرواسما

So I turned aside a well-proportioned, massive camel,

So she went away constantly accelerating

Full-bodied, outstripping the short-stepping, swift-striding camels,

With bountiful branches swaying

كأن في المثناة منه عائماً

كأن في المثناة منه عائماً

إنك والله لأن تُباغما

إنك والله لأن تُباغما

As though a swimmer were in his doubled halter-cord.

As if floating in her folded robe

Indeed, by God, for you to exchange soft murmurs with

By God you are better gone

خَوداً كأن البوصَ والمآكِما

خَوداً كأن البوصَ والمآكِما

منها نَقاً مُخالَطٌ صرائِما

منها نَقاً مُخالَطٌ صرائِما

A tender young woman—as though the rump and buttocks

With cheeks like monastery and convent

Of hers were a sandhill mingled with scattered sand ridges—

With pure complexion and braided hair

خَيرٌ من استقبالك السمائما

خَيرٌ من استقبالك السمائما

ومن مناد يبتغي معاكما

ومن مناد يبتغي معاكما

Is better than your facing the scorching winds,

Better than receiving your insults

And than a caller seeking a helper with loading.

And a caller seeking your company