إِذاwhen الَمرءُa man عَلبىgrows old ثُمَّthen أَصبَحَbecomes جِلدُهُhis skin
إِذا الَمرءُ عَلبى ثُمَّ أَصبَحَ جِلدُهُ
كَرَحضِlike a worn rag غَسِيلٍwashed فالتَّيَمُّنُthen death أَروَحُmore restful
كَرَحضِ غَسِيلٍ فالتَّيَمُّنُ أَروَحُ
When a man grows old, and then his skin becomes
When a man grows old then his skin
Like a worn, washed rag, then death is more restful.
Is as wrinkled as washed leather, still optimism is best
Sol 6.1