أَكفِئgrant the year's yield of سَوامَكَyour grazing herd فيin الدُنياthis world مُياسَرَةًwith generosity
أَكفِئ سَوامَكَ في الدُنيا مُياسَرَةً
وَأَعرِضَنand turn away عَنfrom قَوافيthe rhymes of الشِعرِpoetry تُكفِئُهاyou mismatch their final consonants
وَأَعرِضَن عَن قَوافي الشِعرِ تُكفِئُها
Grant others the year's yield of your grazing herd in this world, with generosity;
Turn your efforts in life to bring prosperity
And shun poetic rhymes whose final consonants you mismatch.
And turn away from rhyming couplets of verse
إِنَّindeed الشَبيبَةَyouth نارٌa fire إِنif أَرَدتَyou seek بِهاthrough it
إِنَّ الشَبيبَةَ نارٌ إِن أَرَدتَ بِها
أَمراًan aim فَبادِرهُthen hasten to achieve it إِنَّindeed الدَهرَtime مُطفِئُهاits extinguisher
أَمراً فَبادِرهُ إِنَّ الدَهرَ مُطفِئُها
Indeed, youth is a fire; if through it you seek
Youth is a fire, if you want something from it
An aim, hasten to achieve it, for time will quench that fire.
Act quickly, for time will extinguish its burn
أَصابَstruck جَمرِيَmy embers قُرٌّbitter cold فَاِنتَبَهتُso I took heed لَهُof it
أَصابَ جَمرِيَ قُرٌّ فَاِنتَبَهتُ لَهُ
وَالنارُand the fire تُدفِئُwarms ضَيفيmy guest حينَwhen أُدفِئُهاI warm it
وَالنارُ تُدفِئُ ضَيفي حينَ أُدفِئُها
Bitter cold struck my embers, and I took heed of it;
The embers of my passion were stirred awake
And the fire warms my guest when I warm it.
The fire warms my guest as I kindle its glow
أَلقىcast عَلَيهاonto it جَليسيmy companion فيin الدُجىthe darkness حُمَماًcharcoal
أَلقى عَلَيها جَليسي في الدُجى حُمَماً
فَقامَthen he rose عَنهاaway from it بِأَثوابٍwith garments يُرَفِّئُهاhe darns them
فَقامَ عَنها بِأَثوابٍ يُرَفِّئُها
My companion cast charcoal onto it in the darkness;
My companion heaped ashes on it in the dark
Then he rose from beside it with garments to darn.
Then left with clothes perfumed in its smoky scent
Sol 6.1