لأَمْرٍfor a reason مَاsome تَحَيَّرَتِbecame bewildered الْعُقُولُthe minds
لأَمْرٍ مَا تَحَيَّرَتِ الْعُقُولُ
فَهَلْso, do...? تَدْرِيknow الْخَلائِقُthe creatures مَاwhat تَقُولُthey say
فَهَلْ تَدْرِي الْخَلائِقُ مَا تَقُولُ
For some reason, minds have grown bewildered;
For something unknowable, minds are perplexed,
So do creatures know what they say?
Do creatures know what they say?
تَغِيبُsets الشَّمْسُthe sun ثُمَّthen تَعُودُreturns فِينَاamong us
تَغِيبُ الشَّمْسُ ثُمَّ تَعُودُ فِينَا
وَتَذْوَىand wither ثُمَّthen تَخْضَرُّgrow green الْبُقُولُthe herbs
وَتَذْوَى ثُمَّ تَخْضَرُّ الْبُقُولُ
The sun sets, then returns among us,
The sun disappears, then returns to us,
And the herbs wither, then grow green.
And the plants wither, then turn green.
طَبَائِعُnatural patterns لاnot تُغبُّpause مُرَدّدَاتٍrepeated
طَبَائِعُ لا تُغبُّ مُرَدّدَاتٍ
كَمَاjust as تَعْرَىgrow bare وَتَشْتَمِلُand clothe themselves الْحُقُولُthe fields
كَمَا تَعْرَى وَتَشْتَمِلُ الْحُقُولُ
Nature's patterns recur without interruption,
It is the nature of things, ever-repeating,
As fields grow bare and clothe themselves.
As the fields are stripped bare, then clothed again.
فَسِيَّانِso, equal are الْجَهُولُthe ignorant man إِذَاwhen تَنَاهَتْreached their end
فَسِيَّانِ الْجَهُولُ إِذَا تَنَاهَتْ
بِهِfor him الأَيَّامُthe days وَالْفَطِنُand the keen-witted man الْعَقُولُthe discerning
بِهِ الأَيَّامُ وَالْفَطِنُ الْعَقُولُ
So alike are the ignorant man, when brought to his end
Ignorant and wise are equal, when days flow by them,
By the passing days, and the keen-witted, discerning man.
And realities change, as do sayings.
يَزُولُpasses away الْخَلْقُcreation طَوْرَاًa phase بَعْدَafter طَوْرٍa phase
يَزُولُ الْخَلْقُ طَوْرَاً بَعْدَ طَوْرٍ
وَتَخْتَلِفُand differ الْحَقَائِقُthe realities وَالنُّقُولُand the transmitted accounts
وَتَخْتَلِفُ الْحَقَائِقُ وَالنُّقُولُ
Creation passes away, phase after phase;
Existence passes through phases, one after another,
And realities and transmitted accounts differ.
Truths differ, as do words.
فَمَاso, not جَرَتِproceeded الظُّنُونُthe conjectures عَلَىupon يَقِينٍcertainty
فَمَا جَرَتِ الظُّنُونُ عَلَى يَقِينٍ
تَفِيءُreturn بِهِwith it وَلاnor صَحَّproved true الْمَقُولُwhat is said
تَفِيءُ بِهِ وَلا صَحَّ الْمَقُولُ
So conjectures have never rested on a certainty
Conjectures are not based on certainty,
With which to return; nor has what is said proved true.
They cannot be relied upon, nor can sayings hold true.