مَرضتُI fell ill فَلَمand not يَكُنthere was فيon الأَرضِthe earth حُرٌّa noble soul
مَرضتُ فَلَم يَكُن في الأَرضِ حُرٌّ
يُشَرِّفُنيhonors me بِبِرٍّwith kindness أَوor سَلامِa greeting
يُشَرِّفُني بِبِرٍّ أَو سَلامِ
I fell ill, and there was no noble soul on earth
to honor me with kindness or a greeting.
وَضَنّواand they were stingy بِالعِيادَةِwith a sickbed visit وَهيَthough it is أَجرٌa reward
وَضَنّوا بِالعِيادَةِ وَهيَ أَجرٌ
كَأَنَّas though عِيادَتيvisiting me بَذلُgiving away الطَعامِfood
كَأَنَّ عِيادَتي بَذلُ الطَعامِ
And they begrudged me a sickbed visit, though it earns a reward,
as though visiting me meant giving away food.
Sol 6.1