قُلْتُI said لِعَبْدِto ʿAbd اللَّهِAllah أَنْthat عَظْمِيmy bone وَهَنْgrew weak
قُلْتُ لِعَبْدِ اللَّهِ أَنْ عَظْمِي وَهَنْ
قَدْindeed كُنْتُI was فَانْعَشْنِيso revive me إِذَاwhen اشْتَدَّgrew harsh الزَمَنْthe times
قَدْ كُنْتُ فَانْعَشْنِي إِذَا اشْتَدَّ الزَمَنْ
I told ʿAbd Allah that my bones had grown weak.
I said to Abdullah as my bones grew weak,
I once was [strong]; so revive me when times grow harsh.
"You've revived me before when times were bleak,
أُنْقِفُكَI extract for you المُخَّthe marrow وَأَسْقِيكَand give you to drink اللَبَنْthe milk
أُنْقِفُكَ المُخَّ وَأَسْقِيكَ اللَبَنْ
وَالشَحْمَand fat مَحْضاًpure بِاللُبَابِwith the finest grain المُطَّحَنْground
وَالشَحْمَ مَحْضاً بِاللُبَابِ المُطَّحَنْ
I extract marrow for you and give you milk to drink,
Give me chickpeas and milk to drink,
and pure fat with finely ground grain.
And clarified butter with fine semolina to eat, I hope,
آمُلُI hope أَنْthat تَمْخَنَyou grow stout فِيin جِسْمٍa body مِخَنْsturdy
آمُلُ أَنْ تَمْخَنَ فِي جِسْمٍ مِخَنْ
تَحُكُّyou scratch ذِفْرَاكَyour nape لِأَصْحَابِfor those possessing الضَغَنْrancor
تَحُكُّ ذِفْرَاكَ لِأَصْحَابِ الضَغَنْ
I hope you grow stout within a sturdy frame,
That I may grow fat again upon this diet,
scratching your nape for those who harbor rancor,
To scratch my skin for those who bore me spite,
تَحُكُّyou scratch لِلأَجْربِfor the scabby one يَأْذَىhe suffers بِالعَرَنْfrom skin sores
تَحُكُّ لِلأَجْربِ يَأْذَى بِالعَرَنْ
scratching for the scabby one who suffers from skin sores.
And those who envied and spoke with malice."
Sol 6.1