أَفِيَّis it against me تَنظِمُyou compose قَولَspeech الزورِfalsehood وَالفَنَدِand folly
أَفِيَّ تَنظِمُ قَولَ الزورِ وَالفَنَدِ
وَأَنتَand you أَنزَرُless مِنthan لاno شَيءَthing فيin العَدَدِthe reckoning
وَأَنتَ أَنزَرُ مِن لا شَيءَ في العَدَدِ
Is it against me that you compose words of falsehood and folly,
You compose lies and slander against me
When you are less than nothing in the reckoning?
Yet you are more insignificant than nothingness
أَشرَجتَyou have fastened shut قَلبَكَyour heart مِنfrom بُغضيhatred of me عَلىupon حُرَقٍburning pains
أَشرَجتَ قَلبَكَ مِن بُغضي عَلى حُرَقٍ
أَضَرُّmore harmful مِنthan حُرُقاتِburning pains الهَجرِseparation فيin الجَسَدِthe body
أَضَرُّ مِن حُرُقاتِ الهَجرِ في الجَسَدِ
You have sealed your heart, through hatred of me, around burning anguish,
You have set your heart ablaze with hatred of me
More harmful to the body than the burning pains of separation.
More painful than the burning pangs of separation
أَنحَفتَyou have made thin جِسمَكَyour body حَتّىso that لَوif هَمَمتُI intended بِأَنto
أَنحَفتَ جِسمَكَ حَتّى لَو هَمَمتُ بِأَن
أَلهوI amuse myself بِصَفعِكَby slapping you يَوماًone day لَمnot تَجِدكَfind you يَديmy hand
أَلهو بِصَفعِكَ يَوماً لَم تَجِدكَ يَدي
You have made your body so thin that, were I to decide to
You have made your body so emaciated that if
Amuse myself by slapping you one day, my hand would not find you.
I wished to slap you one day, my hand would not find you
لاdo not تَنتَسِبclaim ancestry قَدalready حَوَيتَyou have gained الفَخرَglory مُجتَمِعاًin its entirety
لا تَنتَسِب قَد حَوَيتَ الفَخرَ مُجتَمِعاً
وَالذِكرَand renown إِذsince صِرتَyou have become مَنسوباًassociated إِلىwith حَسَديenvy of me
وَالذِكرَ إِذ صِرتَ مَنسوباً إِلى حَسَدي
Do not claim ancestry; you have gained glory in its entirety,
Do not boast, you have encompassed all pride
And renown, now that you are known for envying me.
And fame, as you have become attributed to my envy
أَطَلتَyou have prolonged رَوعَكَyour fright حَتّىuntil صِرتَyou became ليfor me غَرَضاًa target
أَطَلتَ رَوعَكَ حَتّى صِرتَ لي غَرَضاً
قَدmay يُقدِمُcharge العَيرُthe ass مِنout of ذُعرٍterror عَلىagainst الأَسَدِthe lion
قَد يُقدِمُ العَيرُ مِن ذُعرٍ عَلى الأَسَدِ
You have prolonged your fright until you became my target;
You have made your evil last so long that you have become
An ass may charge a lion out of terror.
A target, which a caravan in panic might attack, like a lion