حَنَتنيhave bent me حانِياتُbending afflictions الدَهرِof time حَتّىuntil
حَنَتني حانِياتُ الدَهرِ حَتّى
كَأَنّيas though I were خاتِلٌa stealthy stalker يَدنوdraws near لِصَيدِto prey
كَأَنّي خاتِلٌ يَدنو لِصَيدِ
Time’s bending blows have bowed me down, until
Time’s afflictions have bent me until
The vicissitudes of fate have bowed me over
I seem a stealthy hunter drawing near his quarry.
I seem a stalker drawing near to prey.
Until I seem a hunter creeping close to prey
قَصيرُshort الخطوِof stride يَحسَبُthinks مَنwhoever رَآنيsees me
قَصيرُ الخطوِ يَحسَبُ مَن رَآني
وَلَستُand I am not مُقَيَّداًbound أَمشيI walk بِقَيدِwith a fetter
وَلَستُ مُقَيَّداً أَمشي بِقَيدِ
Whoever sees me thinks me short of stride,
My stride is short; whoever sees me thinks
My steps are short, those who see me think
though I am not shackled, walking in fetters.
I walk in fetters, though I am not bound.
I'm fettered, though no bonds my legs betray
تَقارَبَhas shortened خطوُthe stride رِجلِكَof your foot ياO سُوَيدُSuwayd
تَقارَبَ خطوُ رِجلِكَ يا سُوَيدُ
وَقَيَّدَكَand has shackled you الزَمانُtime بِشَرِّwith the worst قَيدِfetter
وَقَيَّدَكَ الزَمانُ بِشَرِّ قَيدِ
Your foot’s steps have drawn close together, O Suwayd;
Your foot’s stride has shortened, O Suwayd,
Come closer, let me reach your blessed feet
time has shackled you with the worst of fetters.
And time has shackled you with the worst fetter.
For time has bound you in the worst of chains
Sol 6.1