لَوif كانَthere were عِندَكَin your keeping ميثاقٌa pledge يُخَلِّدناwould keep us alive
لَو كانَ عِندَكَ ميثاقٌ يُخَلِّدنا
إِلىuntil المَشيبِgray hair اِنتَظَرناwe would await سَلوَةَthe solace of الكِبَرِold age
إِلى المَشيبِ اِنتَظَرنا سَلوَةَ الكِبَرِ
If you had a pledge that would keep us alive
If you had a covenant that would immortalize us
Until our hair turned gray, we would await the solace of old age.
Until old age, we would have awaited the solace of elderliness
Sol 6.1