ماwhat لِلمَنِيَّةِwith Death لاnot تَزالُceases مُلِحَّةًinsistent
ما لِلمَنِيَّةِ لا تَزالُ مُلِحَّةً
تَعدوshe charges عَلَيَّagainst me وَماand not أُطيقُI can bear قِتالَهاfighting her
تَعدو عَلَيَّ وَما أُطيقُ قِتالَها
Why is Death ever so insistent,
Death, you are ever so bitter,
Charging against me when I cannot bear to fight her?
Assailing me when I've no strength left to fight.
تَسقيshe gives drink المُلوكَthe kings بِكَأسِwith a cup حَتفٍdeath مُرَّةٍbitter
تَسقي المُلوكَ بِكَأسِ حَتفٍ مُرَّةٍ
وَلِتُلبِسَنَّكَand she will surely clothe you إِنif بَقيتَyou live on جَلالَهاher robes
وَلِتُلبِسَنَّكَ إِن بَقيتَ جَلالَها
She gives kings drink from a bitter cup of death,
You serve kings a cup of vile poison,
And if you live on, she will surely clothe you in her robes.
And if they live, clothe them in your gown.
أَردَتshe struck down أَغَرَّa radiant one مِنَamong المُلوكِthe kings مُتَوَّجاًcrowned
أَردَت أَغَرَّ مِنَ المُلوكِ مُتَوَّجاً
وَرِثَhe inherited النُبُوَّةَprophethood بَدرَهاits full moon وَهِلالَهاand its crescent
وَرِثَ النُبُوَّةَ بَدرَها وَهِلالَها
She struck down a radiant, crowned king,
You took one more splendid than crowned kings -
Who inherited prophethood—its full moon and its crescent.
Inheritor of the Prophet's light and glory.
أَغنىhe enriched العُفاةِthose seeking gifts بِنائِلٍwith bounty مُتَدَفِّقٍoverflowing
أَغنى العُفاةِ بِنائِلٍ مُتَدَفِّقٍ
مَلءَfilling البِلادَthe lands دَوافِعاًsurging torrents فَأَسالَهاand so he made them flow
مَلءَ البِلادَ دَوافِعاً فَأَسالَها
He enriched those seeking gifts with overflowing bounty,
You left the destitute gushing tears,
Filling the lands with surging torrents, he set them flowing.
Flooding every land with sorrows for him.
Sol 6.1