والِدُناour father الدَهرُTime بِهِin him طَيشَةٌa streak of rashness
والِدُنا الدَهرُ بِهِ طَيشَةٌ
فَلَيسَso there is no فيهِin it مِنamong بَنيهِhis sons حَليمforbearing person
فَلَيسَ فيهِ مِن بَنيهِ حَليم
Our father, Time, has a streak of rashness;
Our life is reckless and wild,
so none among his sons is forbearing.
None of its sons are wise and mild,
ماnot رَكِبَrode المَرءُthe person سِوىother than ظالِمٍan oppressor
ما رَكِبَ المَرءُ سِوى ظالِمٍ
يَعدوruns إِلىtoward الفِتنَةِthe strife عَدوَthe running of الظَليمthe male ostrich
يَعدو إِلى الفِتنَةِ عَدوَ الظَليم
Man has ridden nothing but an oppressor
No man rides except a tyrant,
who races toward strife as a male ostrich runs.
Who races to stir up strife reviled.
دُنياهُمُtheir world نارٌfire بِلاwithout جَنَّةٍa paradise
دُنياهُمُ نارٌ بِلا جَنَّةٍ
فَالقَومُso the people مِنهاfrom it فيin عَذابٍtorment أَليمpainful
فَالقَومُ مِنها في عَذابٍ أَليم
Their world is fire, without a paradise;
Their world is fire without heaven,
so the people suffer painful torment from it.
So people suffer torment piled,
مُستَلِمينَritually touching الرُكنَthe Corner of the Kaaba مُستَلإِميdonning armor (word continues)
مُستَلِمينَ الرُكنَ مُستَلإِمي
نَplural ending of preceding word السَردَthe chain mail كُلٌّeach مِنهُمُof them مُستَليمdeserving blame
نَ السَردَ كُلٌّ مِنهُمُ مُستَليم
Touching the Corner, donning
Submitting to fate though grim,
chain mail—each of them deserves blame.
Each takes what is dealt compiled.
رَبِّmy Lord مَتىwhen أَرحَلُshall I depart عَنfrom عالَميmy world
رَبِّ مَتى أَرحَلُ عَن عالَمي
فَأَنتَfor You بِالناسِwith people خَبيرٌwell acquainted عَليمِall-knowing
فَأَنتَ بِالناسِ خَبيرٌ عَليمِ
My Lord, when shall I depart from my world?
Lord, when do I leave my world?
For You are well acquainted with people, all-knowing.
You know people well and wise.
فَالمالِكُso the master المَملوكُthe slave وَالموسِرُand the wealthy person الthe (prefix continued next line)
فَالمالِكُ المَملوكُ وَالموسِرُ ال
مُعسِرُpoor person وَالسالِمُand the unharmed مِثلُlike السَليمthe snake-bitten
مُعسِرُ وَالسالِمُ مِثلُ السَليم
So the master is the slave, and the wealthy the
The ruler, the ruled, the rich, the poor
poor, and the unharmed is like the snake-bitten.
And the safe alike meet their demise.
ماnot نالَgained فِرعَونُPharaoh بِهاin it نِعمَةًa blessing
ما نالَ فِرعَونُ بِها نِعمَةً
وَلاnor صَفاwas serene عَيشٌlife لِموسىfor Moses الكَليمthe one God spoke to
وَلا صَفا عَيشٌ لِموسى الكَليم
Pharaoh gained no blessing in it,
Pharaoh gained no joy from it
nor was life serene for Moses, the one God spoke to.
Nor did Moses the Exalted live serene.
Sol 6.1