رَصَّعَstudded الشَيبُgray hair لِمَّتيmy locks ياO خَليليmy friend
رَصَّعَ الشَيبُ لِمَّتي يا خَليلي
بِنجومٍwith stars طُلوعِهِنَّtheir rising أُفوليmy setting
بِنجومٍ طُلوعِهِنَّ أُفولي
Gray hair has studded my locks, my friend,
Gray hair has studded my locks, O my friend,
with stars whose rising marks my setting.
with stars whose rising is my setting.
كانَwas شَعريmy hair كَمُقلَتَيكَlike your two eyes فَأَضحىthen became
كانَ شَعري كَمُقلَتَيكَ فَأَضحى
كَثَناياكَlike your front teeth حَبَّذاhow fine مِنas a بَديلِreplacement
كَثَناياكَ حَبَّذا مِن بَديلِ
My hair was once like your two eyes; now it has become
My hair was like your eyes, then became
like your front teeth—what a delightful exchange!
like your front teeth—what a fine replacement!
Sol 6.1