أَغفىput to sleep ذِراعَيهِhis two arms وَأَنحىand attacked عَلىupon
أَغفى ذِراعَيهِ وَأَنحى عَلى
لِحيَتِهِhis beard بِالنَتفِby plucking يُحفيهاhe strips it bare
لِحيَتِهِ بِالنَتفِ يُحفيها
He put his arms to sleep and fell upon
He folded his arms and leaned upon
his beard, plucking it bare.
His beard in tufts that scarcely hide.
يَمدَحُهُpraises him القَومُthe people وَيَهجوهُمand he lampoons them
يَمدَحُهُ القَومُ وَيَهجوهُم
ماnot شَكَرَgave thanks for النِعمَةَthe blessing هاجيهاthe one who lampoons it
ما شَكَرَ النِعمَةَ هاجيها
The people praise him, yet he lampoons them.
While people praise, reproach and chide,
He who lampoons a blessing has not been grateful for it.
Ungrateful still for favors granted!
وَجَدتُI found أَشعارَكَyour poems فيin هَجوِهِمsatirizing them
وَجَدتُ أَشعارَكَ في هَجوِهِم
تَقطَرُdrip مِنfrom سَلحٍshit قَوافيهاtheir rhymes
تَقطَرُ مِن سَلحٍ قَوافيها
I found your poems satirizing them—
I found your verse mid censures flung
their rhymes dripping with shit.
From tongues whose shafts were feathered from your bow.
قائِلُهاtheir composer أَنتَyou وَقَدand indeed أَفرَطَتthey have gone too far
قائِلُها أَنتَ وَقَد أَفرَطَت
فيin نَتنِهاtheir stench أَمor أَنتَyou خاريهاthe one who shits them out
في نَتنِها أَم أَنتَ خاريها
Are you their composer, though they have gone too far
Are you the sayer? You have gone too far
in their stench—or are you the one who shits them out?
In putridness! Or are you borrowing?
Sol 6.1