كَمhow often قَدindeed تَناوَلتُI partook of اللِذاذَthe delights مِنfrom كُتُبbooks
كَم قَد تَناوَلتُ اللِذاذَ مِن كُتُب
وَالدَهرُand time مَسكونُstilled الحَوادِثِthe calamities وَالنُوَبand misfortunes
وَالدَهرُ مَسكونُ الحَوادِثِ وَالنُوَب
How often have I partaken of pleasures drawn from books,
How often I have savored delights from books,
while Time was haunted by adversities and vicissitudes,
while time’s calamities and misfortunes lay still,
فيin لَيلَةٍa night قَمراءَmoonlit تَحسُبُyou think أَنَّهاthat it
في لَيلَةٍ قَمراءَ تَحسُبُ أَنَّها
تُلقيit casts عَلىover الآفاقِthe horizons أَردِيَةًrobes قَصَبfine linen
تُلقي عَلى الآفاقِ أَردِيَةً قَصَب
on a moonlit night—you would think it
on a moonlit night you would think
cast robes of fine linen over the horizons.
was casting robes of fine linen over the horizons.
Sol 6.1