Sol 6.1

  1. أَروى دَمٌ قَلباً وَتِلكَ سَفاهَةٌ

    وَالدهرُ مِن عَجَلٍ وَمِن إِروادِ

    Blood quenched a heart's thirst—and that is folly;

    And time is made of haste and slow advance.

  2. فَرَوائِحٌ وَبَواكِرٌ وَمَعارِفٌ

    وَمَناكِرٌ وَحَواضِرٌ وَبَوادِ

    So evening departures and early departures, familiar things,

    And unfamiliar things, towns and desert lands.

  3. وَجَوادُ قَومٍ عُدَّ مِن بُخَلائِهِم

    وَحَليفُ بُخلٍ عُدَّ في الأَجوادِ

    And a people's generous man was counted among their misers,

    And an ally of miserliness was counted among the generous.

  4. وَالخَلقُ أَطوارٌ يُزيلُ شُخوصَهُم

    بَعدَ المُثولِ مُثَبِّتُ الأَطوادِ

    And creatures are of many kinds; their figures are removed

    After appearing, by the One who anchors the mountains.

  5. شِيَمٌ مِنَ الدُنِّيا يُجازُ بِها المَدى

    سَتُشاكِلُ الأَذواءَ بِالأَذوادِ

    The world's ways, through which life's span is traversed,

    Will make the Dhū-titled lords like small herds of camels.

  6. وادٍ مِنَ المَوتِ الزُؤامِ وَكُلُّنا

    أَشفى لِيُدفَعَ فَوقَ جُرفِ الوادي

    A valley of sudden death—and each of us

    Has reached the brink, to be thrust over the valley's edge.

  7. سَفَرٌ يَطولُ مِنَ الأَنامِ عَلى كَراً

    مِن غَفلَةٍ وَكَراً مِنَ الأَزوادِ

    A journey by mortals stretches long, amid a slumber

    Of heedlessness, and a shortage of provisions.

  8. وَأَوادِمُ الزَمَنِ الطَويلِ كَثيرَةٌ

    وَأَوادِمُ الطَعمِ الشَهيِّ أَوادِ

    And the wounds of the long ages are many,

    And the relishes of delectable food are afflictions.

  9. وَأَمَضُّ مِن ثِقَلَِ العِيادَةِ لِلفَتى

    نُوَبٌ تَكونُ عَوادِيَ العُوّادِ

    And more painful to a young man than the burden of sickbed visits

    Are bouts of misfortune that assail the visitors themselves.

  10. لا يُفجِعَنَّكَ وَالخَطوبُ كَثيرَةٌ

    أَنَّ الغَوادِرَ لِلفِراقِ غَوادِ

    Do not let it grieve you—calamities are many—

    That faithless women set out early toward parting.

  11. عَمَدَت لَنا الأَيّامُ وَهِيَ دَوائِبٌ

    لِتَرُدَّ أَقداماً مَكانَ هَوادِ

    The days have aimed at us, ever toiling,

    To put feet in the place of necks.

  12. فَطَوارِقٌ جاءَتهُمُ بِطَوارِدٍ

    وَنَوادِبٌ قامَت لَهُم بِنَوادِ

    So night-visitants came to them with banishing afflictions,

    And wailing women rose for them in assemblies.

  13. هَمٌّ بِأَسوِدَةِ القُلوبِ مَناخُهُ

    لِبيضِ حينَ أَنَخنَ بِالأَفوادِ

    Worry has its camp in the black cores of hearts,

    Because of white hairs, when they encamp at the temples.