هيضَwas broken anew عَظميmy bone الغُداةَthis morning إِذwhen صِرتُI came to be فيهِin it
هيضَ عَظمي الغُداةَ إِذ صِرتُ فيهِ
إِنَّindeed عَظميmy bone قَدalready كانَhad been غَيرَnot مَهيضِbroken anew
إِنَّ عَظمي قَد كانَ غَيرَ مَهيضِ
My bone was broken anew this morning when I came to be in it.
My bones were worn out when morning came
Indeed, my bone had been unbroken.
Though my bones were once unwearied
وَلَقَدand indeed كُنتُI used to أَنطِقُutter الشِّعرَpoetry دَهراًfor a long time
وَلَقَد كُنتُ أَنطِقُ الشِّعرَ دَهراً
ثُمَّthen حالَintervened الجَريضُchoking anguish دونَin the way of القَريضِverse
ثُمَّ حالَ الجَريضُ دونَ القَريضِ
And indeed, I had long given voice to poetry.
I did compose poetry many ages long
Then choking anguish stood in the way of verse.
But sickness has hindered inspiration
Sol 6.1