هُوَit التَنَقُّلُthe passing مِنfrom يَومٍa day إِلىto يَومِa day
هُوَ التَنَقُّلُ مِن يَومٍ إِلى يَومِ
كَأَنَّهُas though it were ماwhat تُريكَshows you العَينُthe eye فيin النَومِsleep
كَأَنَّهُ ما تُريكَ العَينُ في النَومِ
It is the passing from day to day,
It is the passage from one day to the next
As though it were what the eye shows you in sleep.
As though what the eye shows you in sleep
إِنَّindeed المَناياdeaths وَإِنand even if أَصبَحتَyou greet the morning فيin لَعِبٍplay
إِنَّ المَنايا وَإِن أَصبَحتَ في لَعِبٍ
تَحومُcircles حَولَكَaround you حَوماًa circling أَيَّماwhat a حَومِcircling
تَحومُ حَولَكَ حَوماً أَيَّما حَومِ
Indeed, death, even if you greet the morning at play,
Though death jest all around you
Circles around you—what a circling!
It hovers close at every turn
وَالدَهرُand time ذوpossessing دُوَلٍturns of fortune فيهِin it لَناfor us عَجَبٌwonder
وَالدَهرُ ذو دُوَلٍ فيهِ لَنا عَجَبٌ
دُنياa world تَنَقَّلُpasses مِنfrom قَومٍa people إِلىto قَومِa people
دُنيا تَنَقَّلُ مِن قَومٍ إِلى قَومِ
And time has turns of fortune; in it we find wonder:
Fate forever oscillates with wonder for us
A world that passes from one people to another.
The world moves from people to people
Sol 6.1