فيماin what كَسانيهِhe clothed me in it اِبنُson of حَربُHarb مُعتَبَرa lesson
فيما كَسانيهِ اِبنُ حَربُ مُعتَبَر
فَاُنظُرso look إِلَيهِat it فَإِنَّهُfor it is إِحدىone of الكُبَرthe great calamities
فَاُنظُر إِلَيهِ فَإِنَّهُ إِحدى الكُبَر
There is a lesson in what Ibn Harb gave me to wear.
So look at it, for it is one of the great calamities.
هُوَit ليmine وَلكِنَّand yet البِلىwear and tear أَولىmore entitled بِهِto it
هُوَ لي وَلكِنَّ البِلى أَولى بِهِ
مِنّيthan me فَماso it does not يُبقيspare عَلَيَّme وَلاnor بَذَرscattered (likely intended as يَذَر, ‘leaves,’ in the translation)
مِنّي فَما يُبقي عَلَيَّ وَلا بَذَر
It is mine, but wear has a greater claim to it
than I do; it neither spares me nor leaves anything.
قَدonce كانَwas أَبيَضَwhite ثُمَّthen مازِلناwe kept on بِهِwith it
قَد كانَ أَبيَضَ ثُمَّ مازِلنا بِهِ
نَرفوهُwe darn it حَتّىuntil اِسوَدَّit turned black مِنfrom صَدَإِthe rust of الإِبَرthe needles
نَرفوهُ حَتّى اِسوَدَّ مِن صَدَإِ الإِبَر
It was once white; then we kept at it,
darning it until it blackened from the needles’ rust.
Sol 6.1