قُرَّfelt cold البَخيلُthe miser فَأَمسىso he spent the evening مِنout of تَحَفُّظِهِhis caution
قُرَّ البَخيلُ فَأَمسى مِن تَحَفُّظِهِ
يُلقيhe lays عَلىupon الجِسمِthe body ديناراًa dinar فَديناراthen another dinar
يُلقي عَلى الجِسمِ ديناراً فَدينارا
The miser felt cold, so, out of caution, he spent the evening
The miser became lean from his frugality,
laying dinar after dinar upon his body.
Throwing dinar upon dinar on his body.
يَشكوhe complains of الشِتاءَwinter فَيَرجوso he hopes أَنthat يُدَفِّئَهُit will warm him
يَشكو الشِتاءَ فَيَرجو أَن يُدَفِّئَهُ
أَوقِدkindle صِلاءَكَyour warming fire لَيسَis not العَسجَدُgold الناراthe fire
أَوقِد صِلاءَكَ لَيسَ العَسجَدُ النارا
He complains of winter, hoping the gold will warm him.
He complains of winter hoping it will warm him -
Kindle your fire: gold is not fire.
Light your generosity, not embers, is fire.
Sol 6.1