وَماand not وادَعتُI made a truce with دَهرِيَmy fate مُذsince جَرَيناwe ran our course
وَما وادَعتُ دَهرِيَ مُذ جَرَينا
عَلىon سلمpeace فَتوحِشنيso as to frighten me الحُروبُthe wars
عَلى سلم فَتوحِشني الحُروبُ
I have made no truce with my fate since we began our course,
Since we parted ways, I have not missed my time
On peaceful terms that would make wars frighten me.
On the stair of openings, wars make me lonesome
Sol 6.1