أَثرىgrew rich أَخوكَyour brother فَلَمyet did not يَسكُبpour out نَوافِلَهُhis surplus wealth
أَثرى أَخوكَ فَلَم يَسكُب نَوافِلَهُ
وَحَلَّand struck رُزءٌa calamity فَظَلَّso remained الدَمعُthe tears مَسكوباpoured out
وَحَلَّ رُزءٌ فَظَلَّ الدَمعُ مَسكوبا
Your brother grew rich, yet did not pour out his surplus wealth.
Your brother's death left you bereft,
And calamity struck, so tears kept pouring.
Yet your tears flowed freely like wine outpoured.
أَماdo you not تُباليcare إِذاwhen عَلَّتكَgave you another drink غانِيَةٌa beautiful woman
أَما تُبالي إِذا عَلَّتكَ غانِيَةٌ
مِنfrom كوبِهاher cup الراحَthe wine أَنthat أَصبَحتَyou have become مَنكوباstricken by misfortune
مِن كوبِها الراحَ أَن أَصبَحتَ مَنكوبا
Do you not care, when a beautiful woman gives you another draught
Why care if drunkards mock your woeful state?
Of wine from her cup, that you are now stricken by misfortune?
You are left broken by grief's crushing load.
أَينَwhere الَّذينَthose who تَوَلّواdeparted قَبلَناbefore us فَرَطاًas forerunners
أَينَ الَّذينَ تَوَلّوا قَبلَنا فَرَطاً
أَماdo you not تُسائِلُask عَمَّنabout those who بانَdeparted أُركوباin a caravan of riders
أَما تُسائِلُ عَمَّن بانَ أُركوبا
Where are those who departed before us as forerunners?
Where are they now who came before, long gone?
Do you not ask about those who departed in a caravan?
Will you not ask of those laid beneath the sod?