وَزامِرٍand a piper أَبخَرٍfoul-breathed سَخيفِfoolish
وَزامِرٍ أَبخَرٍ سَخيفِ
غَيرَnot لَطيفٍrefined وَلاnor نَظيفِclean
غَيرَ لَطيفٍ وَلا نَظيفِ
And a foul-breathed, foolish piper,
With foolish pipes and cloying incense rife
Neither refined nor clean,
The air therein, unclean and unrefined,
يَنفُخُhe blows فيin ناديهِhis gathering فَيَغدوand so he becomes
يَنفُخُ في ناديهِ فَيَغدو
كَأَنَّهُas though he were بَربَخُdrainpipe الكَنيفِthe latrine
كَأَنَّهُ بَربَخُ الكَنيفِ
Blows among his company and becomes
He blows and fills his shabby social hive
Like the drainpipe of a latrine.
As though a mighty storm there he enshrined