خُلِقْتُI was created عَزُوفَaloof النَّفْسِthe soul لَيْسَnot بِمُجْتَنٍa gatherer
خُلِقْتُ عَزُوفَ النَّفْسِ لَيْسَ بِمُجْتَنٍ
سِوَىexcept غَرْسِthe planting of إِعْزَازٍhonor فَأَخْرَقَthus foolhardy دَيْدَنِيmy habitual way
سِوَى غَرْسِ إِعْزَازٍ فَأَخْرَقَ دَيْدَنِي
I was created aloof in spirit, gathering nothing
I was created with a dignified soul, gathering no harvest
But what honor plants; thus my way is foolhardy.
Save the seeds of honor, rendering my worldly habits inept.
أكُفُّI restrain أَكُفِّيmy palms عَنْfrom تِلاَدِيmy inherited wealth تَقَذُّراًout of disgust
أكُفُّ أَكُفِّي عَنْ تِلاَدِي تَقَذُّراً
لَهُat it إِنْif دَنَتْdraw near مِنْهُto it أَكُفُّthe palms of يَدَيْthe two hands of دَنِيa base man
لَهُ إِنْ دَنَتْ مِنْهُ أَكُفُّ يَدَيْ دَنِي
I keep my palms from my inherited wealth, in disgust
I withhold my hands from my own wealth in pure disgust,
At it, if the palms of a base man's two hands draw near it.
Should the palms of a base man ever draw near to it.
Sol 6.1