أَماindeed وَالَّذيby Him who لاnot يَعلَمُknows الغَيبَthe unseen غَيرُهُother than Him
أَما وَالَّذي لا يَعلَمُ الغَيبَ غَيرُهُ
وَيُحيّand revives العِظامَthe bones البيضَwhite وَهيَwhile they are رَميمُcrumbled
وَيُحيّ العِظامَ البيضَ وَهيَ رَميمُ
Indeed, by Him who alone knows the unseen,
By Him who alone knows what is unseen,
and revives the white bones when they have crumbled:
And who revives white bones when they are decayed,
لَقَدindeed كُنتُI used to أَطويkeep empty البَطنَthe belly وَالزادُand the provisions يُشتَهىare craved
لَقَد كُنتُ أَطوي البَطنَ وَالزادُ يُشتَهى
مَخافَةَfor fear يَوماًone day أَنthat يُقالَit be said لَئيمُmiserly
مَخافَةَ يَوماً أَن يُقالَ لَئيمُ
I would indeed keep my belly empty, though provisions were craved,
Truly, I would restrain my appetite out of fear
for fear that one day I might be called a miser.
That one day it might be said I am vile.
وَماand not كانَwas بيin me ماwhatever كانَbefell وَاللَيلُand the night مِلبَسٌa cloak
وَما كانَ بي ما كانَ وَاللَيلُ مِلبَسٌ
رِواقٌa canopy لَهُbelonging to it فَوقَabove الإِكامِthe hills بَهيمُpitch-black
رِواقٌ لَهُ فَوقَ الإِكامِ بَهيمُ
Nor was it in me, whatever befell me—when night was a cloak,
What was is past, though nights are a cloak
its canopy pitch-black above the hills—
With a wide collar covering the daring.
أَلُفُّI wrap بِحِلسيin my saddlecloth الزادَthe provisions مِنfrom دونِapart from صُحبَتيmy companions
أَلُفُّ بِحِلسي الزادَ مِن دونِ صُحبَتي
وَقَدand already آبَhad set نَجمٌa star وَاِستَقَلَّand rose نُجومُstars
وَقَد آبَ نَجمٌ وَاِستَقَلَّ نُجومُ
to wrap provisions in my saddlecloth, apart from my companions,
I love in my solitude to eat my provisions
when a star had set and other stars had risen.
When a star appears and stars take positions.
Sol 6.1