عِشْتَyou lived كَالطِّفْلِlike the child أَصَابَhe found الأَلضماthe [word unclear as written]
عِشْتَ كَالطِّفْلِ أَصَابَ الأَلضما
مَوْضِعَa place اللَّهْوِplay وَلَمْand did not يَدْرِhe know لِمَاwhy
مَوْضِعَ اللَّهْوِ وَلَمْ يَدْرِ لِمَا
You lived like a child who found [word unclear as written]
You lived like a child who was struck by misfortune
A place for play, not knowing why.
In the place of play, unaware of why
جِدَّearnestness غِرٍّof an innocent فِيin كِفَاحِstruggle الدَّهْرِtime لاneither
جِدَّ غِرٍّ فِي كِفَاحِ الدَّهْرِ لا
نَاهِباًplundering رِوْقاًbeauty; bloom وَلاnor مُقْتَسِمَاtaking a share
نَاهِباً رِوْقاً وَلا مُقْتَسِمَا
With an innocent's earnestness in the struggle against time, neither
He struggled bitterly in the battle of fate
Plundering beauty nor taking a share.
Neither usurping pleasure nor dividing it
تَحْسَبُyou consider الدُّنْيَاthe world مَثِيراًa stimulus جَيداًgood
تَحْسَبُ الدُّنْيَا مَثِيراً جَيداً
وَتَرَىand you see الدَّهْرَtime نَظِيماًan ordered composition مُحْكَمَاwell-crafted
وَتَرَى الدَّهْرَ نَظِيماً مُحْكَمَا
You consider the world a fine stimulus,
You thought the world was an excellent stimulant
And see time as a well-crafted composition.
And saw fate as well-ordered and solid
Sol 6.1