نَفَسُbreath الخَصيبِal-Khasib جَميعُهُall of it كِذبُfalsehood
نَفَسُ الخَصيبِ جَميعُهُ كِذبُ
وَحَديثُهُand his talk لِجَليسِهِto his companion كَربُanguish
وَحَديثُهُ لِجَليسِهِ كَربُ
Al-Khasib's every breath is a lie;
Where the fertile's breath is all a lie
Al-Khasib's every breath is nothing but lies,
And his talk is anguish to his companion.
And his tale to his comrade, a distress
And his conversation is an affliction to his companion.
تَبكيweep الثِيابُthe clothes عَلَيهِover him مُعوِلَةًwailing
تَبكي الثِيابُ عَلَيهِ مُعوِلَةً
أَنthat قَدmay يَجُرَّdrag ذُيولَهاtheir hems كَلبُa dog
أَن قَد يَجُرَّ ذُيولَها كَلبُ
The clothes weep over him, wailing,
His clothes weep over him, rent and torn
The garments upon him weep, wailing loudly,
That a dog should drag their hems.
That dogs may drag their skirts in the dirt
That their hems are being dragged by a dog.
Sol 6.1