الشَيبُgray hair كُرهٌunwelcome وَكُرهٌand unwelcome أَنthat يُفارِقَنيit should leave me
الشَيبُ كُرهٌ وَكُرهٌ أَن يُفارِقَني
أَعجِبmarvel بِشَيءِat a thing عَلىdespite البَغضاءِhatred مَودودُloved
أَعجِب بِشَيءِ عَلى البَغضاءِ مَودودُ
Gray hair is unwelcome, and unwelcome too is its leaving me.
Gray hair is a nuisance but leaving me would be worse
Marvel at a thing loved despite being hated.
I wonder at loving one I used to despise
يَمضيpasses الشَبابُyouth وَقَدand may يَأتيcome لَهُfor it خَلَفٌa successor
يَمضي الشَبابُ وَقَد يَأتي لَهُ خَلَفٌ
وَالشَيبُand gray hair يَذهَبُdeparts مَفقوداًlost بِمَفقودِwith one who is lost
وَالشَيبُ يَذهَبُ مَفقوداً بِمَفقودِ
Youth passes, and a successor may come in its place.
Youth passes but another may follow on its heels
And gray hair departs, lost along with one who is lost.
While gray hair goes never to return when it's lost
Sol 6.1