هَلis there? لِلفَتىfor the young man مِنagainst بَناتِthe daughters of الدَّهرِTime مِنany واقِprotector
هَل لِلفَتى مِن بَناتِ الدَّهرِ مِن واقِ
أَمor هَلis there? لَهُfor him مِنagainst حِمَامِthe doom of المَوتِdeath مِنany رَاقِhealer by incantation
أَم هَل لَهُ مِن حِمَامِ المَوتِ مِن رَاقِ
Is there any protector for a young man against the daughters of Time?
Does the young man have a refuge from the days of fate?
Or has he anyone to charm away the doom of death?
Or does he have an escape from the dove of death?
قَدindeed رَجَّلُونِيَthey combed my hair وَماand not رُجِّلتُI was combed مِنbecause of شَعَثٍdishevelment
قَد رَجَّلُونِيَ وَما رُجِّلتُ مِن شَعَثٍ
وَأَلبَسُونِيand they clothed me ثِياباًgarments غَيرَnot أَخلاقِworn-out
وَأَلبَسُونِي ثِياباً غَيرَ أَخلاقِ
They have combed my hair, though not because it was disheveled,
They made me a man though I was not weaned from dishevelment,
And they clothed me in garments that were not worn-out.
And clothed me in garments not my own.
ورَفَعونيand they lifted me وَقالواand they said أَيُّماwhat a رَجُلٍman
ورَفَعوني وَقالوا أَيُّما رَجُلٍ
وَأَدرَجونيand they wrapped me up كَأَنِّيas though I were طَيُّthe folding of مِخراقِa cloth play-whip
وَأَدرَجوني كَأَنِّي طَيُّ مِخراقِ
And they lifted me up and said, "What a man!"
They carried me and asked which man is this?
And they wrapped me up as though I were a rolled-up cloth play-whip.
And walked me as though I were a worn rug.
وَأَرسَلواand they sent فِتيَةًyoung men مِنfrom among خَيرِهِمtheir best حَسَباًin ancestral honor
وَأَرسَلوا فِتيَةً مِن خَيرِهِم حَسَباً
لِيُسنِدواso they might support فيin ضَريحِthe grave of التُّربِearth أَطبَاقيmy bony frame
لِيُسنِدوا في ضَريحِ التُّربِ أَطبَاقي
And they sent young men of the noblest ancestry among them,
They sent their best young men
To rest my bony frame in the earthen grave.
To carry my coffin boards in the dust.
هَوِّنmake it easier عَلَيكَon yourself وَلاand do not تَولَعbe consumed بِإِشفاقby dread
هَوِّن عَلَيكَ وَلا تَولَع بِإِشفاق
فَإِنَّماfor only مالُناour wealth لِلوارِثِfor the heir الباقيsurviving
فَإِنَّما مالُنا لِلوارِثِ الباقي
Make it easy on yourself, and do not be consumed by dread,
Be easy, do not grieve for me,
For our wealth belongs only to the surviving heir.
Since our wealth is for the heir who remains.
كَأَنَّنيas though I قَدindeed رَمانيhe shot at me الدَّهرُTime عَنfrom عُرُضthe side
كَأَنَّني قَد رَماني الدَّهرُ عَن عُرُض
بِنافِذاتٍwith piercing arrows بِلاwithout ريشٍfeathers وَأَفواقِand nocks
بِنافِذاتٍ بِلا ريشٍ وَأَفواقِ
It is as though Time has shot at me from the side,
It is as though fate cast me down from glory
With piercing arrows, without feathers or nocks.
With penetrating arrows without feathers or notches.