خَلَعَstripped off الصِباyouth عَنfrom مَنكبَيهِhis shoulders مَشيبgray hair
خَلَعَ الصِبا عَن مَنكبَيهِ مَشيب
فَطَوىso folded away الذَوائبthe locks رأَسهُhis head المَخضوبُdyed
فَطَوى الذَوائب رأَسهُ المَخضوبُ
Gray age stripped youth from his shoulders,
Gray hair stripped youth from his shoulders;
Youth has slipped from his shoulders
and so his henna-dyed head gathered up its tresses.
so his dyed head folded away its locks.
So he wrapped the locks, his dyed head
نَشَرَscattered البِلىdecay فيin عارِضيَهِthe sides of his face عَقارِباًscorpions
نَشَرَ البِلى في عارِضيَهِ عَقارِباً
بيضاًwhite لَهُنَّfor them عَلىover القُرونِthe tresses دَبيبُcreeping
بيضاً لَهُنَّ عَلى القُرونِ دَبيبُ
Decay spread scorpions across his temples—
Decay scattered scorpions along his cheeks,
Time has spread white spiders
white ones, creeping over the locks.
white ones that creep over his tresses.
Crawling on his temples
ماhow كانَwas أَنضَرَfresh عيشَهُhis life وأَغضَّهُand how tender it was
ما كانَ أَنضَرَ عيشَهُ وأَغضَّهُ
أَيامin the days when فَضلُthe trailing end رِدائِهِof his cloak مَسحوبُdragged along
أَيام فَضلُ رِدائِهِ مَسحوبُ
How radiant and fresh his life once was,
How fresh and tender his life once was,
His livelihood was never greener and fresher
in days when the trailing hem of his cloak swept the ground.
in the days when the end of his cloak trailed behind him.
Than when his cloak tails dragged
Sol 6.1