حَياتُكَyour life أَنفاسٌbreaths تُعَدُّare counted وَكُلَّماand whenever
حَياتُكَ أَنفاسٌ تُعَدُّ وَكُلَّما
مَضىpassed نَفَسٌa breath مِنهاof it اِنتَقَصتyou lost بِهِthrough it جُزءاa part
مَضى نَفَسٌ مِنها اِنتَقَصت بِهِ جُزءا
Your life is numbered breaths, and whenever
Your life is breaths that are counted, and
a breath of it passes, you lose a part of yourself.
Whenever a breath passes from it, a piece is diminished
فَتُصبِحُso you enter morning فيin نَقصٍdiminution وَتُمسيand you enter evening بِمِثلِهwith its like
فَتُصبِحُ في نَقصٍ وَتُمسي بِمِثلِه
وَمالُكَyet you have no مَعقولٌunderstanding تُحِسُّyou sense بِهِthrough it رُزءاa loss
وَمالُكَ مَعقولٌ تُحِسُّ بِهِ رُزءا
So you enter morning diminished, and evening with a like loss,
So you become deficient, and go to bed the same way,
yet you have no understanding with which to sense the loss.
And what you own is reasonable, you feel bits of sustenance
يُميتُكَkills you ماwhat يُحييكَkeeps you alive فيin كُلِّevery ساعَةٍhour
يُميتُكَ ما يُحييكَ في كُلِّ ساعَةٍ
وَيَحدوكَand urges you onward حادٍa driver ماnot يُريدُintends بِكَwith you الهُزءاjesting
وَيَحدوكَ حادٍ ما يُريدُ بِكَ الهُزءا
What keeps you alive kills you in every hour,
What gives you life kills you every hour
and a driver urges you onward, not meaning to jest with you.
And someone who wants to destroy you makes fun of you
Sol 6.1