لحىmay curse اللهGod أيامthe days of العوارضafflictions أنهاfor they are
لحى الله أيام العوارض أنها
همومcares لرؤياat the sight تشيبturn gray العوراضside-whiskers
هموم لرؤيا تشيب العوراض
God curse the days of affliction, for they are
May God spare the days of misfortunes
Cares whose very sight turns side-whiskers gray.
Worries are but a dream that turn hair gray
يضيقgrows tight لهاbecause of them صدريmy breast وإنيthough I لشاعرam indeed a poet
يضيق لها صدري وإني لشاعر
خليعdissolute وبيتيand my house ماnot عليهupon it عوارضburdens
خليع وبيتي ما عليه عوارض
My breast tightens because of them, though I am indeed a poet,
My chest tightens for them though I'm a debauched poet
Dissolute, and my house bears no burdens.
With no lintels upon my home
Sol 6.1