حَنَىbent الشَّيْبُgray hair عُودِيmy frame فَاسْتَقَامَتْand so became straight رَوِيَّتِيmy considered judgment
حَنَى الشَّيْبُ عُودِي فَاسْتَقَامَتْ رَوِيَّتِي
وَلَوْلاand were it not for انْحِنَاءُthe curvature الْقَوْسِthe bow مَاnot صَرَّدَpierced through السَّهْمُthe arrow
وَلَوْلا انْحِنَاءُ الْقَوْسِ مَا صَرَّدَ السَّهْمُ
Gray hair bent my frame, and so my judgment was set straight.
Old age bent my stick so my throw went straight
And were it not for the bow’s curvature, the arrow would not pierce through.
And had the bow not bent, the arrow would not have hit
Sol 6.1