ماnot قَرَّsettled طاسُكَyour cup فيin كَفِّthe palm المُديرِthe one passing it round لَهُfor it
ما قَرَّ طاسُكَ في كَفِّ المُديرِ لَهُ
إِلّاexcept وَقُرطاسُكَand your sheet of paper المَرعوبُthe trimmed مَرعوبُfrightened
إِلّا وَقُرطاسُكَ المَرعوبُ مَرعوبُ
No sooner has your cup settled in the hand of the one passing it round
than your trimmed sheet of paper trembles with fear.
تُضحيyou spend the morning وَبَطنُكَand your belly مِثلُlike الكَعبِa knucklebone أُبرِزُهُmade it protrude
تُضحي وَبَطنُكَ مِثلُ الكَعبِ أُبرِزُهُ
رَيٌّfullness from drink وَرَأسُكَand your head مِثلَlike القَعبِa wooden bowl مَشعوبُcracked
رَيٌّ وَرَأسُكَ مِثلَ القَعبِ مَشعوبُ
You spend the morning with your belly like a knucklebone, swollen
with drink, and your head, like a wooden bowl, cracked.
Sol 6.1