بَخِلْتَyou begrudged بِوَقْفَةٍwith a pause أَشْكُوكَI complain of you فيهاin it
بَخِلْتَ بِوَقْفَةٍ أَشْكُوكَ فيها
إِلَيْكَto you وَأَيُّand what عُذْرٍexcuse لِلْبَخِيلِfor the miser
إِلَيْكَ وَأَيُّ عُذْرٍ لِلْبَخِيلِ
You begrudged me a pause in which I might complain of you
You were stingy with a stop in which I complain to you of you
To you—and what excuse has the miser?
And what excuse is there for the stingy one?
وَلَمْand not يَكُbe فيin الوُقُوفِstopping عَلَيْكَupon you عَارٌshame
وَلَمْ يَكُ في الوُقُوفِ عَلَيْكَ عَارٌ
وَقَدْand may يَقِفُstop العَزِيزُthe mighty عَلَىbeside الذَّلِيلِthe lowly
وَقَدْ يَقِفُ العَزِيزُ عَلَى الذَّلِيلِ
Nor was there any shame upon you in stopping;
And standing before you was no disgrace
And even the mighty may stop beside the lowly.
While the mighty may stand before the lowly
أَجِرْنيgrant me refuge مُتُّmay I die قَبْلَكَbefore you مِنْfrom زَمانٍan age
أَجِرْني مُتُّ قَبْلَكَ مِنْ زَمانٍ
رَمَانيstruck me مِنْهُfrom it بِالخَطْبِwith the calamity الجَلِيلِgrievous
رَمَاني مِنْهُ بِالخَطْبِ الجَلِيلِ
Grant me refuge—may I die before you—from an age
Reward me, one who obeys you, from a time
That has struck me with its grievous calamity.
That has cast me with great misfortune
Sol 6.1