شوقٌlonging كَوَريlike the kindling of الزَّنْدthe fire-stick يقدحstrikes sparks فيwithin الحشاthe breast
شوقٌ كَوَري الزَّنْد يقدح في الحشا
يُربيexceeds علىbeyond طولthe length of النوىseparation ويزيدُand increases
يُربي على طول النوى ويزيدُ
A longing, like a fire-stick’s kindling, strikes sparks within the breast;
Longing is like sparks from flint, igniting tender wood
It outstrips the length of separation and grows still more.
Growing within the heart and gaining force
وجَوىًand burning sorrow تحكّمhas taken command فيin الفؤادthe heart رسيسُهits lingering ache
وجَوىً تحكّم في الفؤاد رسيسُه
ماnot إِنemphasizes negation لهfor it عنهaway from it العداةthe enemies محيدone who turns aside
ما إِن له عنه العداة محيد
And burning sorrow, whose lingering ache has mastered the heart—
An ember governs the heart with murmurs
With none to turn the enemies away from it.
From which enemies find no escape
Sol 6.1