أَتَشمَخُdo you grow haughty? إِنif كَساكَclothes you الدَهرُtime ثَوباًa robe
أَتَشمَخُ إِن كَساكَ الدَهرُ ثَوباً
شَرُفتَyou gained honor بِهِthrough it وَلَمand not تَكُyou were بِالشَريفِnoble
شَرُفتَ بِهِ وَلَم تَكُ بِالشَريفِ
Do you grow haughty if time clothes you in a robe
Do you strut with pride when fate has clothed you
That lends you honor, though you are not noble?
With a garment you were honored with, yet were not noble?
فَكَمfor how many قَدindeed عايَنَتhave seen عَينايَmy two eyes سِتراًa covering
فَكَم قَد عايَنَت عَينايَ سِتراً
مِنَof الديباجِbrocade حُطَّwas laid عَلىover كَنيفِa privy
مِنَ الديباجِ حُطَّ عَلى كَنيفِ
For how often have my eyes seen a covering
For how many times have my eyes seen a curtain
Of brocade laid over a privy!
Of brocade placed over a vulgar man!
Sol 6.1