أَنّىwherever رَكِبتُI rode فَكفُّso the palm of الأَرضِthe earth كاتِبَةٌwriting
أَنّى رَكِبتُ فَكفُّ الأَرضِ كاتِبَةٌ
عَلىupon ثِيابيmy clothes سُطوراًlines لَيسَnot تَنكَتِمُare hidden
عَلى ثِيابي سُطوراً لَيسَ تَنكَتِمُ
Wherever I ride, the earth’s palm writes
Wherever I ride, the earth’s palm writes
upon my clothes lines that cannot be hidden.
upon my clothes lines that cannot be hidden.
فَالأَرضُso the earth محبرةٌan inkwell وَالحِبرُand the ink منfrom لَثَقwet mud
فَالأَرضُ محبرةٌ وَالحِبرُ من لَثَق
وَالطُرسُand the page ثَوبيmy garment وَيُمنىand the right forehoof of الأَشهَبthe gray horse القَلَمُthe pen
وَالطُرسُ ثَوبي وَيُمنى الأَشهَب القَلَمُ
The earth is an inkwell, and its ink is muddy water;
So the earth is an inkwell, and the ink is wet mud;
my robe is the page, and the gray steed’s right hoof the pen.
and the page is my garment, and the gray horse’s right forehoof is the pen.
Sol 6.1