فيin كُلِّevery يَومٍday أُنوفُnoses المَجدِglory تُصطَلَمُare severed
في كُلِّ يَومٍ أُنوفُ المَجدِ تُصطَلَمُ
وَتُستَزَلُّand is made to slip لِأَركانِfor the pillars of العُلىeminence قَدَمُa foot
وَتُستَزَلُّ لِأَركانِ العُلى قَدَمُ
Each day, the noses of glory are severed.
And the pillars of eminence have their footing shaken.
طَودٌa mountain تَصَدَّعَhas split apart مِنfrom صَمّاءَsolid rock شاهِقَةٍtowering
طَودٌ تَصَدَّعَ مِن صَمّاءَ شاهِقَةٍ
تَنبوrecoil مِنَbecause of العِزِّmight عَنfrom أَقطارِهِits sides القُدُمُthe bold
تَنبو مِنَ العِزِّ عَن أَقطارِهِ القُدُمُ
A mountain has split from a towering, solid crag;
The bold recoil from its sides because of its might.
جَوائِفٌdeep wounds مِنamong جِراحِwounds of الدَهرِTime بالِغَةٌreaching
جَوائِفٌ مِن جِراحِ الدَهرِ بالِغَةٌ
إِلىto القُلوبِthe hearts وَلاand not يَجريflows لَهُنَّfor them دَمُblood
إِلى القُلوبِ وَلا يَجري لَهُنَّ دَمُ
Deep wounds among Time's wounds, reaching
Into the hearts, yet no blood flows from them.