ذهَبُhas gone الشَبابُyouth وَصِرتُand I have become كَالخَلَقِlike worn-out cloth الَّذيthat
ذهَبُ الشَبابُ وَصِرتُ كَالخَلَقِ الَّذي
إِلّاif not تُعاجِلُهُswiftly overtakes it المَنِيَّةُdeath يَهمَدُwears away
إِلّا تُعاجِلُهُ المَنِيَّةُ يَهمَدُ
Youth has gone, and I have become like worn-out cloth that
Youth has departed and I became like one
wears away unless death swiftly overtakes it.
Whom nothing awakens till death comes to him.
حَتّىuntil التَحَفتُI wrapped myself مِنَof المَشيبِgray hair مُلاءَةa mantle
حَتّى التَحَفتُ مِنَ المَشيبِ مُلاءَة
عُقباكَin your stead مِنin place of شَعرِhair الشَبابِyouth الأَسوَدِblack
عُقباكَ مِن شَعرِ الشَبابِ الأَسوَدِ
Until I wrapped myself in a mantle of gray hair,
Till I was adorned by white hair instead
in your stead, replacing youth’s black hair.
Of black hair, the adornment of youth.
Sol 6.1