وجاهلةand an ignorant woman هبتsprang up سفاهاًfoolishly تلومنيshe blames me
وجاهلة هبت سفاهاً تلومني
وماand not عندهاshe has منof لذةthe delight القصفrevelry ماwhat عنديI have
وما عندها من لذة القصف ما عندي
And an ignorant woman sprang up foolishly to blame me,
A fool reproaches me in ignorance,
Though she has not the delight in revelry that I have.
Though she lacks the joy of wisdom I possess.
توبخنيshe rebukes me بالشيبfor gray hair مرشدٌa guide
توبخني بالشيب مرشدٌ
لعمريby my life ولكنbut لستI am not أنشطeager للرشدfor sound judgment
لعمري ولكن لست أنشط للرشد
She rebukes me for gray hair—a guide,
A guide admonishes me for growing old;
By my life! Yet I am not eager for sound judgment.
Though I'm not yet ready for his sage advice.
فقلتso I said لهاto her كفيstop ملامكyour reproaches إننيindeed I
فقلت لها كفي ملامك إنني
بطيءslow عنin responding to العذالthe reproachers فيin زمنthe season الوردthe roses
بطيء عن العذال في زمن الورد
So I said to her: “Stop your reproaches, for I am
I said, enough reproach! I'm slow to change
slow to heed the reproachers in the season of roses.”
In springtime, when life and youth both bloom.
Sol 6.1