مِنfrom قِلَّةِa lack of اللُبِّsound judgment عِندَat the time of النُصحِcounsel أَنto تَأبىyou refuse
مِن قِلَّةِ اللُبِّ عِندَ النُصحِ أَن تَأبى
وَأَنand to تَرومَyou seek مِنَfrom الأَيّامِthe days إِعتاباamends
وَأَن تَرومَ مِنَ الأَيّامِ إِعتابا
It shows little sense to refuse when counsel is offered,
From lack of good sense when admonished you refuse
and to seek amends from the days.
And from days you expect blame
خَلِّleave الزَمانَtime وَأَهليهِand its people لِشَأنِهِمُto their own affairs
خَلِّ الزَمانَ وَأَهليهِ لِشَأنِهِمُ
وَعِشand live بِدَهرِكَof your times وَالأَقوامِand of people مُرتاباmistrustful
وَعِش بِدَهرِكَ وَالأَقوامِ مُرتابا
Leave time and its people to their own affairs,
Leave people to their own affairs
and live mistrustful of your times and of people.
And live your age doubtful of men
سارَdeparted الشَبابُyouth فَلَمand did not نَعرِفwe know لَهُof it خَبَراًany news
سارَ الشَبابُ فَلَم نَعرِف لَهُ خَبَراً
وَلاnor رَأَيناwe saw خَيالاًa phantom مِنهُof it مُنتاباcoming to visit
وَلا رَأَينا خَيالاً مِنهُ مُنتابا
Youth departed, and we heard no news of it,
Youth has departed, of it we know no news
nor saw a phantom of it come to visit.
Nor have we seen a trace left behind
وَحُقٌّand rightfully due لِلعَيسِto the pale camels لَوif نالَتthey reached بِناwith us بَلَداًa land
وَحُقٌّ لِلعَيسِ لَو نالَت بِنا بَلَداً
فيهِin it الصِباyouth كَونُbeing عودِaloeswood الهِندِof India أَقتاباpack saddles
فيهِ الصِبا كَونُ عودِ الهِندِ أَقتابا
And the pale camels would deserve, if they bore us to a land
And the rod is right if it brings us to a land
where youth dwells, pack saddles made of Indian aloeswood.
Where youth is the Indian aloes wood staffs
أَلقىcast off الكَبيرُthe old man قَميصَthe shirt of الشَرخِyouth's prime رَهنَa hostage to بِلىًdecay
أَلقى الكَبيرُ قَميصَ الشَرخِ رَهنَ بِلىً
ثُمَّthen اِستَجَدَّacquired anew قَميصَthe shirt of الشَيبِgray hair مُجتاباputting it on
ثُمَّ اِستَجَدَّ قَميصَ الشَيبِ مُجتابا
The old man cast off youth's shirt, a hostage to decay,
The elder has pawned the shirt of ripeness to decay
then took a new shirt of gray hair and put it on.
Then donned the shirt of old age patched
مازالَhe kept يَمطُلُmaking wait دُنياهُhis world بِتَوبَتِهِfor his repentance
مازالَ يَمطُلُ دُنياهُ بِتَوبَتِهِ
حَتّىuntil أَتَتهُcame to him مَناياهاits deaths وَماand not تاباhe repented
حَتّى أَتَتهُ مَناياها وَما تابا
He kept making his world wait for his repentance,
He still defers his repentance throughout his life
until its deaths overtook him, and he had not repented.
Until death came to him and he did not repent
خَطُّa line اِستِواءٍstraightness بَداemerged عَنfrom نُقطَةٍa point عَجَبٍwondrous
خَطُّ اِستِواءٍ بَدا عَن نُقطَةٍ عَجَبٍ
أَفنَتit annihilated خُطوطاًlines وَأَقلاماًand pens وَكُتّاباand scribes
أَفنَت خُطوطاً وَأَقلاماً وَكُتّابا
A straight line emerged from a wondrous point
A line of evenness appeared from a wondrous dot
that annihilated lines, pens, and scribes.
That effaced lines, pens and writers
Sol 6.1