وَجاهلand an ignoramus يدّعيclaims نظمcomposing القَريضverse وَلاyet does not
وَجاهل يدّعي نظم القَريض وَلا
يَدريknow بِأَنّof the fact that اِدِّعاءclaiming النَظمverse composition يُقلقنيtroubles me
يَدري بِأَنّ اِدِّعاء النَظم يُقلقني
And an ignoramus claims to compose verse, yet does not
A fool claims to compose poetry, yet doesn't know
know that claiming to compose poetry troubles me.
That his pretense at verse disturbs me so.
ياO شاعِراًpoet مُفلقاًbrilliant مَهلاًeasy now فَحسبكso enough for you بيto me
يا شاعِراً مُفلقاً مَهلاً فَحسبك بي
مَضَرّةًharm كادَnearly هَذاthis الشعرpoetry يَفلقنيsplits me apart
مَضَرّةً كادَ هَذا الشعر يَفلقني
O brilliant poet, easy now! You have done me enough
Sloppy poet, have done! 'Tis enough you trouble me.
harm—this poetry nearly split me apart.
Such drivel could near split my head in two!
Sol 6.1