وَلِبسٍand a shroud كَثَوبِlike the robe of القِسِّthe priest جُبتُI traversed سَوادَهُits blackness
وَلِبسٍ كَثَوبِ القِسِّ جُبتُ سَوادَهُ
عَلىon ظَهرِthe back of غَربيبِjet-black القَميصِthe shirt نَآدِheaving
عَلى ظَهرِ غَربيبِ القَميصِ نَآدِ
And a shroud like a priest’s robe—I cut through its blackness,
On the back of a heaving sea in jet-black garb.
قَدindeed اِستَأخَرَتfell behind أَردافُهُits hindparts وَمَضَتand passed onward لَهُfor it
قَد اِستَأخَرَت أَردافُهُ وَمَضَت لَهُ
غَوارِبُwave-crests فيin آذِيِّهِits surging waves وَهَوادِand leading billows
غَوارِبُ في آذِيِّهِ وَهَوادِ
Its hindparts fell behind, while onward swept
Crests and leading billows amid its surge.
لَهُit has ظُلُماتٌdarknesses بَعضُهاsome of them فَوقَabove بَعضِهاothers of them
لَهُ ظُلُماتٌ بَعضُها فَوقَ بَعضِها
دَآدِئُmoonless nights مَوصولٌjoined بِهِنَّto them دَآديmoonless nights
دَآدِئُ مَوصولٌ بِهِنَّ دَآدي
It has layers of darkness, one above another:
Moonless nights, with moonless nights joined to them.
يَبيتُspends the night بِهاamid them المَلّاحُthe sailor مِنout of حَذرِfear of الرَدىdeath
يَبيتُ بِها المَلّاحُ مِن حَذرِ الرَدى
مُلازِمَclinging to صاريهِhis mast لُزمَthe clinging of قُرّادِa tick
مُلازِمَ صاريهِ لُزمَ قُرّادِ
Amid them the sailor spends the night in fear of death,
Clinging to his mast as a tick clings.
Translation model: Sol 6.1