ياO ربّLord إنindeed ابنيmy son وشعريand my poetry كماas
يا ربّ إن ابني وشعري كما
تراهماyou see them both فيin حالةٍa state حائلهْchanging
تراهما في حالةٍ حائلهْ
O Lord, indeed my son and my poetry, as
O Lord, my son and my hair as
You see them, are in a state of flux.
You see them are in a dire state
الشعرthe poetry محتاجٌin need إلىof قابلٍone who accepts
الشعر محتاجٌ إلى قابلٍ
والإبنand the son محتاجٌin need إلىof قابلهْa midwife
والإبن محتاجٌ إلى قابلهْ
The poetry needs someone to accept it,
The hair is in need of a barber
And the son needs a midwife.
And the son is in need of a teacher
Sol 6.1