وَقَصائِدٍand poems مِثلِlike الرِّياضِthe gardens أَضَعتُهاI squandered them
وَقَصائِدٍ مِثلِ الرِّياضِ أَضَعتُها
فيon باخِلٍa miser ضاعَتwere lost بِهِin him الأَحسابُancestral honors
في باخِلٍ ضاعَت بِهِ الأَحسابُ
And poems like gardens I squandered
And poems like gardens I have wasted
on a miser in whom ancestral honor was lost.
On a miser - thus accounts are lost -
فَإِذاso when تَناشَدَهاthey recite them to one another الرُّواةُthe reciters وَأَبصَرواand they see الthe
فَإِذا تَناشَدَها الرُّواةُ وَأَبصَروا ال
مَمدوحَone praised قالواthey say ساحِرٌa sorcerer كَذَّابُa liar
مَمدوحَ قالوا ساحِرٌ كَذَّابُ
So when the reciters recite them to one another and see the
So when narrators recite them and espy no
one praised, they say, “A sorcerer, a liar!”
One praised, they say "Sorcerer, liar!"
Sol 6.1