وكمand how many منof قصيدٍa poem فيin praise of علاكyour glory زففتهاI led it forth as a bride
وكم من قصيدٍ في علاك زففتها
بنظمwith a weaving قريضٍpoetry منfrom علاكyour eminence above الورىhumankind صفاbecame pure
بنظم قريضٍ من علاك الورى صفا
And how many a poem celebrating your glory have I led forth as a bride,
How many a poem have I composed for your sake,
In woven verse, made pure by your eminence above humankind.
In meters derived from the pure wisdom of life.
متىwhen ماever (conditional emphasis) جلاunveils ألفاظهاits words الغرradiant منشدٌa reciter
متى ما جلا ألفاظها الغر منشدٌ
علىbefore شاعرٍa poet يصفعhe slaps قفاhalt, you two نبكlet us weep فيon القفاthe nape
على شاعرٍ يصفع قفا نبك في القفا
Whenever a reciter unveils its radiant words
Whenever its strange words are chanted
Before a poet, he slaps “Halt, you two; let us weep” on the nape.
By a poet who lays his head in sorrow on the executioner's block.
Sol 6.1