قُلْتُI said وَقَدْand already أَلْبَسَclothed جِسْمِيmy body الضَّنَاwasting illness
قُلْتُ وَقَدْ أَلْبَسَ جِسْمِي الضَّنَا
صِبْغَةَa hue سُقْمٍof sickness أَبَداًever لاَnot تَحولْchanges
صِبْغَةَ سُقْمٍ أَبَداً لاَ تَحولْ
I said, when wasting illness had clothed my body
I said, though sorrow had clothed my body
In a hue of sickness that never changes:
In its ever unchanging hue,
يَاO مَنْyou who رَآنِيsaw me أَشْفِقْtake pity لِمَاfor what حَلَّbefell بِيupon me
يَا مَنْ رَآنِي أَشْفِقْ لِمَا حَلَّ بِي
يُلْبَسُis worn مَخْيُوطٌa sewn garment عَلَىover ذَاthis النُّحُولْemaciation
يُلْبَسُ مَخْيُوطٌ عَلَى ذَا النُّحُولْ
O you who have seen me, pity what has befallen me—
"Have pity, you, who see what hath befallen me!
A sewn garment is worn over this wasted frame.
A patched garment is made to clothe the lean."
Sol 6.1