طَيلَسانٌa shawl ماnot زالَhas ceased أَقدَمَolder فيin الدَهtime (continued)
طَيلَسانٌ ما زالَ أَقدَمَ في الدَه
رِcompletion of 'time' مِنَthan الدَهرِtime ماno لِرَفوِهِfor darning it حيلَهa way
رِ مِنَ الدَهرِ ما لِرَفوِهِ حيلَه
A shawl, still older in time
A long-lived man still walks ahead though time
than time itself—there is no way to darn it.
Wears him down and he finds no tricks to save his prime.
وَتَرىand you see ضُعفَهُits frailty كَضُعفِlike the frailty of عَجوزٍan old woman
وَتَرى ضُعفَهُ كَضُعفِ عَجوزٍ
رَثَّةِshabby الحالِthe condition ذاتِpossessing فَقرٍpoverty مُعيلَهburdened with dependents
رَثَّةِ الحالِ ذاتِ فَقرٍ مُعيلَه
And you see its frailty, like that of an old woman,
You see him weak as a feeble old woman
shabby in condition, poor and burdened with dependents.
Whose lot is poverty and who must fend for her home.
غَمَرَتهُengulfed it الرِقاعُthe patches فَهوَso it is كَمِصرٍlike a city
غَمَرَتهُ الرِقاعُ فَهوَ كَمِصرٍ
سَكَنَتهُinhabited it نُزّاعُmigrants كُلِّevery قَبيلَهtribe
سَكَنَتهُ نُزّاعُ كُلِّ قَبيلَه
Patches have engulfed it, so it is like a city
He's clothed in tatters, wrecked like a worn-out land
inhabited by migrants from every tribe.
Whose peace tribes in hordes have come to upend.
إِنif أُزَيِّنهُI adorn it ياO اِبنَson of حَربٍHarb بِذَمّيwith my disparagement
إِن أُزَيِّنهُ يا اِبنَ حَربٍ بِذَمّي
فَجَريرٌfor Jarir قَدalready زانَadorned قَبليbefore me بَجيلَهBajila
فَجَريرٌ قَد زانَ قَبلي بَجيلَه
If I adorn it, O Ibn Harb, with my disparagement,
My son of war, if I denounce Jarir's fame,
for Jarir had already adorned Bajila before me.
Long ago he gilded his name with glory sublime.
Sol 6.1