تَهاوَنتَyou made light of مِنّيfrom me بِالَّذيof that which فيكَabout you نُظِّماwas composed in verse
تَهاوَنتَ مِنّي بِالَّذي فيكَ نُظِّما
وَلَمand did not تَلبَسِyou wear الوَشيthe brocade الَّذيwhich جاءَcame مُعلَماadorned with patterns
وَلَم تَلبَسِ الوَشي الَّذي جاءَ مُعلَما
You made light of what I composed in verse about you,
You belittled what was composed in me
And did not don the brocade that came adorned.
And did not wear the robe that came as a lesson
وَماand not لِكَسادٍfor lack of demand كادَwas nearly يُشرىsold جَديدُهُits new cloth
وَما لِكَسادٍ كادَ يُشرى جَديدُهُ
عَلَيكَto you وَلَكِنbut خِلتُI thought فَهمَكَyour understanding مَوسِماa trading fair
عَلَيكَ وَلَكِن خِلتُ فَهمَكَ مَوسِما
Not for lack of demand was its new cloth nearly sold
It is not for any recession that almost bought its newness
To you; rather, I thought your understanding a trading fair.
Upon you, but my understanding of you had a season
أَذَقتُكَI made you taste شَهداًhoney مِنfrom خَلِيَّةِthe hive of خاطِريmy imagination
أَذَقتُكَ شَهداً مِن خَلِيَّةِ خاطِري
فَأَوهَمتَنيso you made me think أَنّيthat I أَذَقتُكَI made you taste عَلقَماbitter colocynth
فَأَوهَمتَني أَنّي أَذَقتُكَ عَلقَما
I gave you honey to taste from the hive of my imagination,
I made you taste honey from the beehive of my thoughts
Yet you made me think I had given you bitter colocynth to taste.
So I imagined that I made you taste bitter aloe
فَماso not لَكَyours الذَنبُthe fault لِلَّذيfor the one who
فَما لَكَ الذَنبُ لِلَّذي
أَرادَwished مِنَfrom الأَنعامِthe cattle أَنto يَتَنَعَّماenjoy pleasure
أَرادَ مِنَ الأَنعامِ أَن يَتَنَعَّما
So the fault is not yours; it belongs to the one
So you are not to blame for what
Who wished to draw pleasure from cattle.
Wanted to enjoy the favours and have pleasure