لاَdo not تَسْألُونِيask me مَاwhat الزَّمَانُTime فَإنَّهfor it
لاَ تَسْألُونِي مَا الزَّمَانُ فَإنَّه
أخَذَتْhave taken hold فُصولjoints (also: seasons) بَنَانِهِof its fingers بِمَجَامِعِيof my whole being
أخَذَتْ فُصول بَنَانِهِ بِمَجَامِعِي
Do not ask me what Time is, for
Do not ask me what time it is, for it
The joints of its fingers have taken hold of my whole being.
Has taken the seasons of my being in its grasp
فَخَرِيفُso the autumn عَقْلِيof my mind مِنْfrom مَصِيفِthe summer حُشَاشَتِيof my vital spirit
فَخَرِيفُ عَقْلِي مِنْ مَصِيفِ حُشَاشَتِي
وَرَبِيعُand the spring قَلْبِيof my heart مِنْfrom شِتَاءِthe winter مَدَامِعِيof my tears
وَرَبِيعُ قَلْبِي مِنْ شِتَاءِ مَدَامِعِي
So my mind’s autumn comes from the summer of my vital spirit,
So my mind's autumn is from my youth's summer
And my heart’s spring from the winter of my tears.
And my heart's spring is from my tear's winter
Sol 6.1