وَشاعِرٍand a poet سَيئَةٍwicked طَوِيَّتُهhis inner nature
وَشاعِرٍ سَيئَةٍ طَوِيَّتُه
ماnot صَلَحَتwas good قَطُّever لِخِلٍّtoward a close friend نِيَّتُهhis intention
ما صَلَحَت قَطُّ لِخِلٍّ نِيَّتُه
And a poet whose heart is foul—
And a poet whose inner nature is wicked—
never was his intent toward a friend sincere.
His intentions toward a friend have never been good.
قَدindeed عَظُمَتhas grown great بَينَamong الوَرىhumankind فَضيحَتُهhis disgrace
قَد عَظُمَت بَينَ الوَرى فَضيحَتُه
لِأَنهُbecause he قَدindeed قَرِحَتhas festered قَريحَتُهhis poetic gift
لِأَنهُ قَد قَرِحَت قَريحَتُه
His disgrace has grown immense among mankind,
His disgrace has grown great among humankind,
because his poetic gift has festered.
Because his poetic gift has festered.
