لَذّاتُناour pleasures إِبلُcamels الزَمانِof Time يَنالُهاhe obtains them
لَذّاتُنا إِبلُ الزَمانِ يَنالُها
مِنّاfrom among us أَخوa man of الفَتكِruthless violence الَّذيwho هُوَhe خارِبُa camel-raider
مِنّا أَخو الفَتكِ الَّذي هُوَ خارِبُ
Our pleasures are Time's camels, taken
Our pleasures are the camels of time taken
by the ruthless one among us, who is a camel-raider.
By the brother of destruction who is devastating
وَأَرىand I see عَناءًsuffering قيدَthe measure of يَغشىbefalls المَرءَthe man مِنof
وَأَرى عَناءً قيدَ يَغشى المَرءَ مِن
بِنتِthe daughter of العَناقيدِgrape-clusters الَّذيwhat هُوَhe شارِبُdrinking
بِنتِ العَناقيدِ الَّذي هُوَ شارِبُ
And I see suffering befall a man in proportion to
And I see toil that covers a man like a veil
what he drinks of the daughter of grape-clusters.
From the daughter of grapes who is drinking
وَلِسَيِّدِand for the lord of الأَقوامِthe peoples عِندَat حِجابِهِhis veil
وَلِسَيِّدِ الأَقوامِ عِندَ حِجابِهِ
طَبعٌan innate disposition يُقاتِلُهُfights it الحِجىreason وَيُحارِبُand wages war
طَبعٌ يُقاتِلُهُ الحِجى وَيُحارِبُ
And the lord of peoples has, at his veil,
And for the master of people at his curtain
an innate disposition that reason fights and wars against.
There is a nature fought by modesty and waging war
وَالشَرُّand evil فيin الجَدِّthe forefather القَديمِancient غَريزَةٌan instinct
وَالشَرُّ في الجَدِّ القَديمِ غَريزَةٌ
فيin كُلِّevery نَفسٍsoul مِنهُof it عِرقٌa vein ضاربُthrobbing
في كُلِّ نَفسٍ مِنهُ عِرقٌ ضاربُ
And evil is an instinct in the ancient forefather;
And evil in ancient seriousness is an instinct
in every soul, a vein of it throbs.
In every soul from it a beating vein
Sol 6.1