نِعمَexcellent is الوِسادُthe pillow يَمينيmy right hand ماas long as بَقيتُI remain لَهاfor it
نِعمَ الوِسادُ يَميني ما بَقيتُ لَها
وَإِنand if أُغَيَّبI am buried أُوَسِّدهاI pillow it فَأَتَّسِدِthen I rest upon it
وَإِن أُغَيَّب أُوَسِّدها فَأَتَّسِدِ
My right hand is an excellent pillow as long as I live;
How pleasant is my right hand pillow when I rest upon her
and if I am buried, I shall pillow it, then rest upon it.
And if I am absent from her, I long for her as my pillow
التُربُdust جَدّيmy grandfather وَساعاتيand my hours رَكائِبُmounts ليfor me
التُربُ جَدّي وَساعاتي رَكائِبُ لي
وَالعَيشُand life سَيريmy journey وَمَوتيand my death راحَةُrest الجَسَدِthe body
وَالعَيشُ سَيري وَمَوتي راحَةُ الجَسَدِ
Dust is my grandfather, and my hours are mounts for me;
The soil is my ancestor and my hours are burdens upon me
life is my journey, and my death the body's rest.
And living is my journey and death is rest for my body
العَينُthe eye مِنfrom أَرَقٍsleeplessness وَالشَخصُand the body مِنfrom قَلَقٍunrest
العَينُ مِن أَرَقٍ وَالشَخصُ مِن قَلَقٍ
وَالقَلبُand the heart مِنfrom أَمَلٍhope وَالنَفسُand the soul مِنfrom حَسَدِenvy
وَالقَلبُ مِن أَمَلٍ وَالنَفسُ مِن حَسَدِ
The eye suffers from sleeplessness, and the body from unrest;
The eye suffers from lack of sleep and the person from anxiety
and the heart from hope, and the soul from envy.
The heart from hope and the self from envy
إِنبَهbe renowned وَسُدand rule فَهُماfor both of them هَمٌّa worry تُكابِدُهُyou struggle to endure it
إِنبَه وَسُد فَهُما هَمٌّ تُكابِدُهُ
وَاِخمُلand remain obscure إِذاif شِئتَyou wish أَنto تَحظىenjoy good fortune وَلاand do not تَسدِrule
وَاِخمُل إِذا شِئتَ أَن تَحظى وَلا تَسدِ
Be renowned and rule, for both are a burden you must endure.
Be awake and block them - they are concerns that you endure
And remain obscure if you wish to fare well, and do not rule.
And be heedless if you want to be fortunate and not envious
وَاِجبُنand be cowardly أَوor اِشجَعbe brave فَطُرُقُfor the paths المَوتِof death واحِدَةٌare the same
وَاِجبُن أَو اِشجَع فَطُرُقُ المَوتِ واحِدَةٌ
وَالظَبيُّand the gazelle فيهِنَّon them مِثلُlike السَيِّدِthe wolf وَالأَسَدِand the lion
وَالظَبيُّ فيهِنَّ مِثلُ السَيِّدِ وَالأَسَدِ
And be cowardly or brave, for the paths to death are the same;
Be steadfast or brave for the paths of death are one
and on them the gazelle is like the wolf and the lion.
The prey in them is like the master and the lion
وَذاتُand a woman with عِقدٍa necklace تُلاقيencounters مِنof أَذاًharm وَقَذاًand grit in the eye
وَذاتُ عِقدٍ تُلاقي مِن أَذاً وَقَذاً
كَماjust as تُلاقيهِshe encounters it ذاتُthe woman with الحَطبِthe firewood وَالمَسَدِand the palm-fiber rope
كَما تُلاقيهِ ذاتُ الحَطبِ وَالمَسَدِ
And a woman wearing a necklace encounters harm and grit in the eye,
A being meets harm and offence
just as the woman with firewood and palm-fiber rope does.
Just as one made of wood and flint meets them
Sol 6.1