إِنif أُملِI dictate فَوائِديmy insights عَلىto النُسّاخِthe copyists
إِن أُملِ فَوائِدي عَلى النُسّاخِ
شَوَّقتُI kindled longing in عطارِداًMercury إِلىfor اِستِنساخِtranscription
شَوَّقتُ عطارِداً إِلى اِستِنساخِ
If I dictate my insights to the copyists,
I make Mercury yearn to transcribe them.
مَهماwhenever شَمخواthey held high بنظمby composing بَيتٍa verse أَنفاًa nose
مَهما شَمخوا بنظم بَيتٍ أَنفاً
أَرغَمتُI rubbed in the dust بِهاwith them معاطِسَthe noses الشُمّاخِthe haughty
أَرغَمتُ بِها معاطِسَ الشُمّاخِ
Whenever they proudly raise their noses at composing a verse,
With my insights I rub the noses of the haughty in the dust.
Translation model: Sol 6.1