قَدalready شابَhas grown gray رَأسيmy head وَمِنand of نَبتِthe growth of الثَرىthe soil جَسَديmy body
قَد شابَ رَأسي وَمِن نَبتِ الثَرى جَسَدي
فَالنَبتُfor the plant آخِرُthe last ماwhat يَعتوit grows proud بِهِwith it الزَهَرُthe blossom
فَالنَبتُ آخِرُ ما يَعتو بِهِ الزَهَرُ
My head has grown gray, and my body is a growth of the soil.
For a plant’s final boast is its blossom.
إِذاif رَكِبتَyou board لِإِدراكِto attain العُلاgreatness سُفُناًships
إِذا رَكِبتَ لِإِدراكِ العُلا سُفُناً
فَالبَحرُfor the sea يَحمِلُcarries ماwhat لاnot يَحمِلُcarries النَهَرُthe river
فَالبَحرُ يَحمِلُ ما لا يَحمِلُ النَهَرُ
If you board ships to attain greatness,
The sea carries what the river cannot carry.
Sol 6.1