خَلَصتُI escaped مِنfrom سَبَراتٍbitter cold spells فيin السَباريتِthe barren wastes
خَلَصتُ مِن سَبَراتٍ في السَباريتِ
وَرُبَّand many a يَومٍday كَريتٍharsh دونَshort of تَكريتِTikrit
وَرُبَّ يَومٍ كَريتٍ دونَ تَكريتِ
I escaped bitter cold in the barren wastes,
I escaped from prisons in my imaginings
And many a harsh day short of Tikrit.
And many a detested day without acceptance
كَمhow many بِالسَماوَةِin Samawah مِنof صِلٍّa venomous snake وَمِنand of أَسَدٍa lion
كَم بِالسَماوَةِ مِن صِلٍّ وَمِن أَسَدٍ
كِلاهُماboth of them خُصَّwas specially endowed فيin شِدقٍa maw بِتَهريبِwith putting others to flight
كِلاهُما خُصَّ في شِدقٍ بِتَهريبِ
How many venomous snakes and lions there are in Samawah—
How many lions and how many wolves in the sky
Each endowed in its maw with the power to put others to flight.
Both tucked into a cheek with smuggling
ماnot زُرتُI visited دارَكَyour home حَتّىuntil شَفَّنيwore me thin تَعَبيmy weariness
ما زُرتُ دارَكَ حَتّى شَفَّني تَعَبي
وَخارَتand faltered العيسُthe pale camels فيin آثارِthe tracks of خِرّيتِan expert guide
وَخارَت العيسُ في آثارِ خِرّيتِ
I did not visit your home until my weariness had worn me thin,
I did not visit your house until my fatigue healed me
And the pale camels faltered in an expert guide’s tracks.
And the staff broke in the tracks of my sin
وَالخَيرُand goodness فيin الأَرضِthe earth كَالأَترَجِّlike the citron مَنبِتُهُits place of growth
وَالخَيرُ في الأَرضِ كَالأَترَجِّ مَنبِتُهُ
وَأُلزَمَand was compelled الشَرُّevil تَدخيناًproducing smoke بِكِبريتِwith sulfur
وَأُلزَمَ الشَرُّ تَدخيناً بِكِبريتِ
And goodness grows on earth like the citron,
Goodness on earth grows like citron
And evil was made to give off sulfurous smoke.
And evil is destined for the sulfur's smoking
Sol 6.1