تَشَكَّتِshe complained الضَيعَةَneglect الشَقراءُthe chestnut mare جاهِدَةًsorely tried
تَشَكَّتِ الضَيعَةَ الشَقراءُ جاهِدَةً
فَقيلَso it was said صَبراًpatience إِلىuntil أَنthat يَنبُتَsprouts الشَقِرُthe anemones
فَقيلَ صَبراً إِلى أَن يَنبُتَ الشَقِرُ
The chestnut mare, sorely tried, complained of neglect.
So she was told: “Patience, until the anemones sprout.”
ولاand no مُقِرُّone who abides عَلىin اللَذاتِpleasures أَولُهاtheir beginning
ولا مُقِرُّ عَلى اللَذاتِ أَولُها
شُهدٌhoney يَغُرُّbeguiles وَلكِنand yet غِبَّهُits aftermath مِقَرُbitter aloe
شُهدٌ يَغُرُّ وَلكِن غِبَّهُ مِقَرُ
And none abides in pleasures; their beginning
Is beguiling honey, and yet its aftermath is bitter aloe.
آلىswore الزَمانُTime يَقيناًwith certainty أَنthat سَيَجمَعُناit will gather us
آلى الزَمانُ يَقيناً أَن سَيَجمَعُنا
إِلىto التُرابِthe dust وَرُسلُand the messengers المَوتِof death تَنتَقِرُpick out
إِلى التُرابِ وَرُسلُ المَوتِ تَنتَقِرُ
Time has sworn, beyond doubt, that it will gather us
To the dust, while death’s messengers pick us out.
يُغنىis freed from need الفَتىthe young man بِالمَناياby death عَنfrom مَآرِبِهِhis wants
يُغنى الفَتى بِالمَنايا عَن مَآرِبِهِ
وَيُنفَخُand is breathed الروحُthe spirit فيinto طِفلٍan infant فَيَفتَقِرُso he becomes needy
وَيُنفَخُ الروحُ في طِفلٍ فَيَفتَقِرُ
A young man is freed by death from his wants,
And spirit is breathed into an infant, who then becomes needy.
عَرَفتَyou have learned أَمراًa matter فَلاso do not let تُزعِجكَunsettle you حادِثَةٌa calamity
عَرَفتَ أَمراً فَلا تُزعِجكَ حادِثَةٌ
ماnot كانَwould have مِثلُكَone like you فيamid أَمثالِهاthe likes of it يَقِرُremain composed
ما كانَ مِثلُكَ في أَمثالِها يَقِرُ
You have learned a truth; let no calamity unsettle you
Whose like a man like you would not have faced calmly.
عِنديI have لِخِلِّيَfor my dear friend إِعظامٌgreat esteem لِمِنَّتِهfor his kindness
عِندي لِخِلِّيَ إِعظامٌ لِمِنَّتِه
وَإِنَّنيand indeed I لِلَّذيfor what أوليهِI bestow on him مُحتَقِرُconsidering insignificant
وَإِنَّني لِلَّذي أوليهِ مُحتَقِرُ
I hold my dear friend in great esteem for his kindness,
And I consider what I bestow on him insignificant.
Sol 6.1