هَجويmy satire عَلىagainst عَرضِكَyour honor لَوif تَدريyou knew
هَجوي عَلى عَرضِكَ لَو تَدري
أَجسَرُbolder مِنthan مَوتٍdeath عَلىagainst غَمريan inexperienced man
أَجسَرُ مِن مَوتٍ عَلى غَمري
My satire against your honor, if you only knew,
If you knew I mock your honor
Is bolder than death against an untried man.
More daring than death is my poem
فَلاso do not تُطِعheed مِنfrom بَعدِهاafter it غِرَّةًfalse confidence
فَلا تُطِع مِن بَعدِها غِرَّةً
إِنif هِيَit دَلَّتكَled you عَلىto ذِكريmentioning me
إِن هِيَ دَلَّتكَ عَلى ذِكري
So henceforth do not heed false confidence,
So heed it not if it angers you
Should it prompt you to mention me.
For it reminds you of my verse
فَلَيسَfor … not يُستَبقىare spared سِبالُwhiskers اِمرِئٍof a man
فَلَيسَ يُستَبقى سِبالُ اِمرِئٍ
إِذاwhen جَرىruns فيthrough شِعرِهِhis hair (wordplay on his verse) شِعريmy verse
إِذا جَرى في شِعرِهِ شِعري
For no man's whiskers are spared
A man's poetry cannot be erased
When my verse runs through his hair.
If my poems flow through his
Sol 6.1