تَأوبنيrevisited me همٌّworry لِبَيضاءover a white hair نابِتَةsprouting
تَأوبني همٌّ لِبَيضاء نابِتَة
لَهاfor it بَغضةٌhatred فيin مضمرthe hidden depths of القَلبthe heart ثابتةfirmly fixed
لَها بَغضةٌ في مضمر القَلب ثابتة
Worry revisits me over a sprouting white hair.
A care torments me for a white girl growing
Hatred of it lies firmly in my heart’s hidden depths.
She has hatred in the depths of my heart fixed
وَمَنand among عَجَبwonders أَنيthat I إِذاwhen رُمتَI sought قَصَهاto clip it
وَمَن عَجَب أَني إِذا رُمتَ قَصَها
قَصَصتI clipped سِواهاother than it وَهِيَwhile it تَضحَكlaughs شامِتَةgloating
قَصَصت سِواها وَهِيَ تَضحَك شامِتَة
And strangely, whenever I try to clip it,
And who would wonder that when you throw her story
I clip other hairs instead, while it laughs, gloating.
I throw another's while she laughs gloating
Sol 6.1