لِلشَّيبِbecause of gray hair أَرىI see حَبلَthe cord هَواهاher love اِنقضباhas snapped
لِلشَّيبِ أَرى حَبلَ هَواها اِنقضبا
ياO وَيليَmy woe إِذاwhen عادَturned into رضاهاher favor غَضَباanger
يا وَيليَ إِذا عادَ رضاها غَضَبا
Because of gray hair, I see the cord of her love snapped.
I see the rope of her passion has snapped
Woe is me when her favor turns to anger.
Alas if her contentment turns to wrath
كالتُربِlike dust تُهنينيshe humiliates me (likely intended reading) لِريحٍfor a wind رَكَدَتfell still
كالتُربِ تُهنيني لِريحٍ رَكَدَت
ناريmy fire اِنطفأتhas gone out وَماءُand the water وَجهيof my face نَضَباhas dried up
ناري اِنطفأت وَماءُ وَجهي نَضَبا
She humiliates me like dust for a wind that has fallen still.
Like dust she humiliates me when the wind dies down
My fire has gone out, and the water of my face has dried up.
My fire is extinguished and the water of my face is dried up
Sol 6.1