كَمhow often قَدindeed تَناوَلتُI savored اللِذاذَthe delights مِنfrom كُتُبbooks
كَم قَد تَناوَلتُ اللِذاذَ مِن كُتُب
وَالدَهرُand time مَسكونُstilled الحَوادِثِmisfortunes وَالنُوَبand calamities
وَالدَهرُ مَسكونُ الحَوادِثِ وَالنُوَب
How often I have savored the delights of books,
How I have savored the pleasures of books,
While time’s misfortunes and calamities lay still,
While time brings misfortunes and sorrow.
فيon لَيلَةٍa night قَمراءَmoonlit تَحسُبُyou would think أَنَّهاthat it
في لَيلَةٍ قَمراءَ تَحسُبُ أَنَّها
تُلقيcasts عَلىover الآفاقِthe horizons أَردِيَةًrobes قَصَبfine linen
تُلقي عَلى الآفاقِ أَردِيَةً قَصَب
On a moonlit night that you would think
On a moonlit night you'd think
Was casting robes of fine linen over the horizons.
It cast a canopied quilt on the horizon.