وَمَسمَعٍ فيهِ سَفَه

وَمَسمَعٍ فيهِ سَفَه

وَلَيسَ فيهِ نَصَفَه

وَلَيسَ فيهِ نَصَفَه

And a singer with folly in him,

With hearing filled with foolishness

And no fairness in him;

And not an ounce of wisdom

كَأَنَّما أَلحانُهُ

كَأَنَّما أَلحانُهُ

قَصائِدٌ مُعَجرِفَه

قَصائِدٌ مُعَجرِفَه

As though his melodies

His melodies seem

Were overbearing poems.

Like poems of nonsense