تَقُلُّbear جُسومَناour bodies أَقدامُfeet سَفرٍtravelers
تَقُلُّ جُسومَنا أَقدامُ سَفرٍ
مَشَتwalked فيin لَيلِnight داجِيَةٍdark بَواعِثِimpulses
مَشَت في لَيلِ داجِيَةٍ بَواعِثِ
Travelers' feet bear our bodies,
Our bodies wander the roads of a journey
Having walked through a night of dark impulses.
That walked in the dark night driven on
وَظاهِرُand the outward aspect of أَمرِناour condition عَيشٌlife وَمَوتٌand death
وَظاهِرُ أَمرِنا عَيشٌ وَمَوتٌ
وَيَدأَبُand toils ناسِكٌan ascetic لِرَجاءِin hope of بَعثِresurrection
وَيَدأَبُ ناسِكٌ لِرَجاءِ بَعثِ
And the outward aspect of our condition is life and death,
Our situation's clear, life and death
And an ascetic toils in hope of resurrection.
While the devout hope for resurrection
فَماfor no رِجلٌfoot مُخَلَّدَةٌmade immortal بِحِجلٍby an anklet
فَما رِجلٌ مُخَلَّدَةٌ بِحِجلٍ
وَلاnor أُذُنٌear مُنَعَّمَةٌmade blissful بِرَعثِby earrings
وَلا أُذُنٌ مُنَعَّمَةٌ بِرَعثِ
For no foot is made immortal by an anklet,
No foot's immortalized in a shackle
Nor is an ear made blissful by earrings.
No ear's indulged in comfort and ease
Sol 6.1