وَكَمand how many شامَتone who gloats بيover me بَعدafter موتِيَmy death جاهِلاًin ignorance
وَكَم شامَت بي بَعد موتِيَ جاهِلاً
بِظُلميby wronging me يسلُّhe draws السَيفَthe sword بَعدafter وَفاتيmy passing
بِظُلمي يسلُّ السَيفَ بَعد وَفاتي
And how many a man, gloating over me after my death in ignorance,
How many a fool will gloat over me when I am dead,
draws his sword to wrong me after my passing!
Wielding his sword in tyranny when I am gone.
وَلَوand if عَلمhe knew المِسكينُthe poor wretch ماذاwhat يَنالُهُbefalls him
وَلَو عَلم المِسكينُ ماذا يَنالُهُ
منfrom الظُلمِwrongdoing بَعديafter me ماتَhe would die قَبلbefore مَماتيmy death
من الظُلمِ بَعدي ماتَ قَبل مَماتي
And if the poor wretch knew what would befall him
If the poor wretch but knew what will befall him,
from wrongdoing after I am gone, he would die before my death.
From the injustice after me, he would die before my death.
Sol 6.1