ماso long as أَخطَأَتكَmiss you سِهامُarrows الدَهرِof Time رامِيَةًtaking aim
ما أَخطَأَتكَ سِهامُ الدَهرِ رامِيَةً
فَماso not أُباليI care مِنَof الدُنياthis world بِمَنupon whom تَقَعُthey fall
فَما أُبالي مِنَ الدُنيا بِمَن تَقَعُ
So long as Time’s arrows miss you as they fly,
The arrows of fate did not miss their mark on you,
I care not whom in this world they strike.
So I care not for whom in this world they strike.
الناسُthe people حَولَكَaround you غِربانٌravens عَلىon جِيَفٍcarcasses
الناسُ حَولَكَ غِربانٌ عَلى جِيَفٍ
بُلَهٌignorant عَنِof المَجدِglory إِنif طارواthey fly وَإِنand if وَقَعواthey alight
بُلَهٌ عَنِ المَجدِ إِن طاروا وَإِن وَقَعوا
The people around you are ravens on carrion,
The people around you are vultures on a corpse,
Ignorant of glory, whether they fly or alight.
Foolish about glory, whether they soar or settle.
فَماso no لَناfor us فيهِمُin them إِنif أَقبَلواthey come طَمَعٌhope
فَما لَنا فيهِمُ إِن أَقبَلوا طَمَعٌ
وَلاand no عَليهِمfor them إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle أَدبَرواthey turn away جَزَعُgrief
وَلا عَليهِم إِذا ما أَدبَروا جَزَعُ
So we have no hope in them if they come,
We have no hope in them, if they approach in greed,
Nor grief for them when they turn away.
Nor do we despair, if they turn away in contempt.
Sol 6.1