ماnot قَرَّsettled طاسُكَyour cup فيin كَفِّthe palm المُديرِthe one passing it round لَهُfor it
ما قَرَّ طاسُكَ في كَفِّ المُديرِ لَهُ
إِلّاexcept وَقُرطاسُكَand your parchment المَرعوبُfilled مَرعوبُfrightened
إِلّا وَقُرطاسُكَ المَرعوبُ مَرعوبُ
No sooner has your cup settled in the hand of the one passing it round
than your filled parchment is stricken with fear.
تُضحيyou reach morning وَبَطنُكَand your belly مِثلُlike الكَعبِthe reed-joint أُبرِزُهُmade it protrude
تُضحي وَبَطنُكَ مِثلُ الكَعبِ أُبرِزُهُ
رَيٌّwatering وَرَأسُكَand your head مِثلَlike القَعبِthe wooden bowl مَشعوبُsplit
رَيٌّ وَرَأسُكَ مِثلَ القَعبِ مَشعوبُ
By morning your belly is like a reed-joint made to bulge
by watering, and your head like a split wooden bowl.
Sol 6.1