نَقَّرَplucked away الأَغبياءُthe fools عَنّيَfrom me شِعْرِيmy poetry
نَقَّرَ الأَغبياءُ عَنّيَ شِعْرِي
مِثلَlike مانَقَّرَthe way … plucked الغَوانيُّthe beautiful women شَعْرِيmy hair
مِثلَ مانَقَّرَ الغَوانيُّ شَعْرِي
The fools have plucked my poetry from me,
Just as the beauties have plucked my hair.
وَابَلائيwoe is me مِنbecause of قُدْرةٍpower ليَof mine قَلَّتْhas dwindled
وَابَلائي مِن قُدْرةٍ ليَ قَلَّتْ
فَلهذاso, for this reason قَدْindeed قَلَّhas dwindled فيamong النَّاسِthe people قَدْرِيmy standing
فَلهذا قَدْ قَلَّ في النَّاسِ قَدْرِي
Woe is me for my dwindling power;
Thus my standing among people has dwindled.