نَفَسُ الخَصيبِ جَميعُهُ كِذبُ

نَفَسُ الخَصيبِ جَميعُهُ كِذبُ

وَحَديثُهُ لِجَليسِهِ كَربُ

وَحَديثُهُ لِجَليسِهِ كَربُ

Al-Khasib's every breath is a lie;

Where the fertile's breath is all a lie

Al-Khasib's every breath is nothing but lies,

And his talk is anguish to his companion.

And his tale to his comrade, a distress

And his conversation is an affliction to his companion.

تَبكي الثِيابُ عَلَيهِ مُعوِلَةً

تَبكي الثِيابُ عَلَيهِ مُعوِلَةً

أَن قَد يَجُرَّ ذُيولَها كَلبُ

أَن قَد يَجُرَّ ذُيولَها كَلبُ

The clothes weep over him, wailing,

His clothes weep over him, rent and torn

The garments upon him weep, wailing loudly,

That a dog should drag their hems.

That dogs may drag their skirts in the dirt

That their hems are being dragged by a dog.