جَرَيتَyou ran لِعارِضٍtoward a cloud غَيثِrain اللَياليof the nights
جَرَيتَ لِعارِضٍ غَيثِ اللَيالي
تَحالَكَgrew pitch-black لَونُهُits color فَاِبيَضَّthen turned white جُلُّهmost of it
تَحالَكَ لَونُهُ فَاِبيَضَّ جُلُّه
You ran toward a cloud of the nights’ rain.
Its color grew pitch-black, then most of it turned white.
وَصِرتَand you began تَقُصُّto trim ماwhat يَبيَضُّturns white مِنهُof it
وَصِرتَ تَقُصُّ ما يَبيَضُّ مِنهُ
أَتَحلِقُهُwill you shave it? إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle اِبيَضَّturned white كُلُّهall of it
أَتَحلِقُهُ إِذا ما اِبيَضَّ كُلُّه
And you began trimming whatever turns white in it.
Will you shave it off when all of it turns white?
تَعَزَّconsole yourself عَنِover الشَبيبَةِyouth وَاِلهُand divert yourself عَنهاfrom it
تَعَزَّ عَنِ الشَبيبَةِ وَاِلهُ عَنها
فَإِنَّfor indeed اللَيلَthe night لَيسَdoes not يَدومُendure ظِلُّهits shadow
فَإِنَّ اللَيلَ لَيسَ يَدومُ ظِلُّه
Console yourself over lost youth, and turn your mind away from it.
For the night’s shadow does not endure.
وَخَلِّand let الشَيبَgray hair يَضحَكُlaugh ناجِذاهُits two molars
وَخَلِّ الشَيبَ يَضحَكُ ناجِذاهُ
فَإِنَّfor indeed الصُبحَthe dawn لاnot يَخفىis hidden مَطَلُّهits rising
فَإِنَّ الصُبحَ لا يَخفى مَطَلُّه
And let gray hair laugh, baring both its molars.
For dawn’s rising cannot be hidden.
وَإِنand even if حُلَّتare loosened عُراthe bonds اللَذّاتِof pleasures فيهِin it
وَإِن حُلَّت عُرا اللَذّاتِ فيهِ
فَلَستَthen you are not بِعاقِدٍone who ties ماwhat جَذَّsevered حَبلُهits cord
فَلَستَ بِعاقِدٍ ما جَذَّ حَبلُه
And even if the bonds of pleasure are loosened in it,
You cannot retie what has had its cord severed.
Translation model: Sol 6.1