قَدalready شابَhas turned gray رَأسيmy head وَمِنand of نَبتِgrowth الثَرىthe soil جَسَديmy body
قَد شابَ رَأسي وَمِن نَبتِ الثَرى جَسَدي
فَالنَبتُfor the plant آخِرُthe last ماthat which يَعتوgrows proud بِهِwith it الزَهَرُthe blossom
فَالنَبتُ آخِرُ ما يَعتو بِهِ الزَهَرُ
My head has already turned gray, and my body is a growth of the soil.
For a plant’s last proud display is its blossom.
إِذاwhen رَكِبتَyou board لِإِدراكِto attain العُلاthe heights سُفُناًships
إِذا رَكِبتَ لِإِدراكِ العُلا سُفُناً
فَالبَحرُthen the sea يَحمِلُcarries ماwhat لاdoes not يَحمِلُcarry النَهَرُthe river
فَالبَحرُ يَحمِلُ ما لا يَحمِلُ النَهَرُ
When you board ships to attain the heights,
then the sea carries what the river cannot carry.