وَرَدتُI came إِلىto دارِthe abode المَصائِبِof calamities مُجبَراًcompelled
وَرَدتُ إِلى دارِ المَصائِبِ مُجبَراً
وَأَصبَحتُand I came to be فيهاin it لَيسَnot يُعجِبُنيpleases me النَقلُdeparture
وَأَصبَحتُ فيها لَيسَ يُعجِبُني النَقلُ
I came, compelled, to the abode of calamities.
I have come back to the abode of afflictions, compelled,
And there I find myself, with no liking for departure.
And I have found myself in it - moving does not please me.
أُعانيI suffer شُروراًevils لاno قِوامَcapacity to withstand بِمِثلِهاagainst their like
أُعاني شُروراً لا قِوامَ بِمِثلِها
وَأَدناسَand stains طَبعٍof a nature لاnot يُهَذِّبُهُrefines it الصَقلُpolishing
وَأَدناسَ طَبعٍ لا يُهَذِّبُهُ الصَقلُ
I suffer evils the like of which cannot be withstood,
I suffer evils that have no equal,
And the stains of a nature that polishing cannot refine.
And innate meannesses that are not refined by polishing.
سَحائِبُclouds لِلسُقياfor watering وَسُحبٌand clouds مِنَof الرَدىdeath
سَحائِبُ لِلسُقيا وَسُحبٌ مِنَ الرَدى
وَنَبتُand the sprouting أُناسٍof people مِثلَlike ماthe way نَبَتَsprouted البَقلُherbs
وَنَبتُ أُناسٍ مِثلَ ما نَبَتَ البَقلُ
Clouds for watering, and clouds of death,
Clouds for irrigation and clouds of debasement,
And people sprout just as herbs sprout.
And a growth of people like the growth of vegetables.
وَلِلحَيِّand for the living رِزقٌsustenance مِمّاfrom what أَتاهُcame to him بِسَعيهِthrough his striving
وَلِلحَيِّ رِزقٌ مِمّا أَتاهُ بِسَعيهِ
وَعَقلٌand reason وَلَكِنand yet لَيسَnot يَنفَعُهُbenefits him العَقلُreason
وَعَقلٌ وَلَكِن لَيسَ يَنفَعُهُ العَقلُ
And the living have sustenance from what their striving has brought them,
And for the living there is sustenance from what his effort brings him,
And reason—yet reason does them no good.
And intellect - but intellect does not benefit him.