Thy father is an Arab shaykh ruling o’er the Belḳâ.
O daughter of the Arab shaykh, O wearer of the black mantle,
Thy father is an Arab shaykh ruling o’er the ‛Aujâ.
O daughter of the Arab amîr, O Turcomany,
Untie the fastenings of the shoes and walk.
O daughter of the Arab amîr, we can find no fault in thee;
Thy father is a pasha and thy uncle is an Arab shaykh.
The eyebrow of the eye deserves burning,
Of that one who winks at a low fellow.
SONG OF THE DABKEH