وَيلاهُwoe is me! عَلىfor المُفهَفِthe slender one المَيّاسِthe swaying one
وَيلاهُ عَلى المُفهَفِ المَيّاسِ
ماhow أَحسَنَهُhandsome he is وَهوَand he is بِقَلبٍwith a heart قاسِhard
ما أَحسَنَهُ وَهوَ بِقَلبٍ قاسِ
Woe is me for the slender, swaying one!
The willow sways on the praying land
How handsome he is, yet his heart is hard!
How lovely are his movements though his heart be cruel
يَهتَزُّhe sways كَأَنَّهُas though he were قَضيبُa sprig الآسِof the myrtle
يَهتَزُّ كَأَنَّهُ قَضيبُ الآسِ
سَكرانُdrunk وَلَمyet has not يَذُقtasted حَمِيّاheady wine الكاسِof the cup
سَكرانُ وَلَم يَذُق حَمِيّا الكاسِ
He sways as though he were a sprig of myrtle.
He shakes as if he were a rod for flogging
Drunk, yet he has not tasted the cup’s heady wine.
Intoxicated though he never tasted the wine of the chalice
Sol 6.1