Sol 6.1

  1. وَفَرتُ العارِضَينِ وَلَم يُعارِض

    مَشيبي إِذ تَناثَرَ مَلقَطايا

    I let both sides of my beard grow, and no challenge came

    to my gray hair, as it spread, from my two pincers.

  2. وَإِنَّ البيضَ مِثلَ السودِ عِندي

    فَكَيفَ يَخُصُّ تِلكَ مُسَلَّطايا

    And white hairs are indeed like black ones to me;

    how, then, should my two assailants single those out?

  3. مَطايَ عَلَيهِ لِلأَيّامِ عِبءٌ

    كَأَنّي لِلأَذاةِ مِنَ المَطايا

    Upon my back lies the burden of the days,

    as though I were one of suffering's mounts.

  4. مَحَلّي إِن جَلاني عَنكَ خَطبٌ

    فَمِن خَطَأي تُراحُ وَمِن خَطايا

    My dwelling, if calamity drives me away from you,

    you will be relieved of my error and my footsteps.

  5. وَما شَعرٌ بِرَأسِكَ في عِدادٍ

    بِأَكثَرَ مِن ذُنوبِكَ وَالخَطايا

    And the hairs on your head are not, in number,

    more numerous than your sins and misdeeds.

  6. عَطايا الناسِ مُمسَكَةٌ فَحاوِل

    ثَوابَ مَليكِنا الجَزلِ العَطايا

    People's gifts are withheld, so seek

    the reward of our King, lavish in gifts.

  7. كُفيتُكَ أَن تُرابَ الدَهرَ مِنّي

    وَلَم تَكفُف بُزاتَكَ عَن قَطايا

    I spared you ever having to fear me,

    yet you did not keep your hawks from my sandgrouse.