وَشاعِرٍand a poet يَحسُدُنيenvies me دائِماًalways
وَشاعِرٍ يَحسُدُني دائِماً
وَالناسُand people حَسّادٌenviers وَمَحسودُand the envied
وَالناسُ حَسّادٌ وَمَحسودُ
And a poet always envies me,
A poet envies me constantly
And people are enviers and envied.
People are envious and envied
يُصفَرُّturns yellow مِنّيbecause of me أَبداforever وَجهُهُhis face
يُصفَرُّ مِنّي أَبدا وَجهُهُ
كَأَنَّناas though we were الطَنبورُthe tanbur (long-necked lute) وَالعودُand the oud (lute)
كَأَنَّنا الطَنبورُ وَالعودُ
His face forever turns yellow because of me,
His face yellows from me forever
As though we were the tanbur and the oud.
As if we were the tambour and lute
Sol 6.1