أَتَركُضُdo you gallop? فيin مَيادينarenas التَصابيyouthful play
أَتَركُضُ في مَيادين التَصابي
وَقَدwhile already رَكضَhas galloped المَشيبُgray hair عَلىover الشَبابِyouth
وَقَد رَكضَ المَشيبُ عَلى الشَبابِ
Do you gallop in the arenas of youthful play,
I run in arenas of delusion
When gray hair has already galloped over youth?
While gray hair has run upon my youth
وَتَأمنُand feels safe نَوبَةَassault الحدثانtime نَفسيmy soul
وَتَأمنُ نَوبَةَ الحدثان نَفسي
وَماthough no نابٌfang لَهاof it عَنيaway from me بِنابيis at all turned aside
وَما نابٌ لَها عَني بِنابي
And does my soul feel safe from time's assault,
And my soul feels safe from the assault of events
Though none of its fangs turns aside from me?
Yet it cannot escape from me by flight
َوكَيفَand how تَلَذُّsavors طَعمَthe taste العَيشِof life نَفسٌa soul
َوكَيفَ تَلَذُّ طَعمَ العَيشِ نَفسٌ
غَدَتhave come to be أَترَابُهاits peers تَحتَbeneath التُرابِthe dust
غَدَت أَترَابُها تَحتَ التُرابِ
And how can a soul savor the taste of life,
How can the taste of life be sweet to a soul
When its peers now lie beneath the dust?
When its dust is beneath the dust?
Sol 6.1