مولايmy lord ماwhat متعبweary يلوحappears علىin السthe bearing (first fragment)
مولاي ما متعب يلوح على الس
متbearing (final fragment) والحيّby the Living One صنعةhandiwork الفائقthe master
مت والحيّ صنعة الفائق
My lord, what weary thing seems, in its bearing,
My Master, no weary pilgrim who treks upon the plain
by the Living One, to be a master's handiwork?
He died, and the One Who is living crafted the Supreme.
كأنهas though it were عاشقa lover تهيجstir لهin it الأوتthe strings (first fragment)
كأنه عاشق تهيج له الأوت
ارstrings (final fragment) شجواًsorrow وليسand is not بالعاشقa lover
ار شجواً وليس بالعاشق
It is like a lover in whom the strings awaken
As if he were a lover stirred by passions for him the lutes
sorrow, yet it is no lover.
Complained longingly, yet he is no lover.
لسانهits tongue صامتsilent علىduring أكثرmost of الأوقthe times (first fragment)
لسانه صامت على أكثر الأوق
اتtimes (final fragment) لكنbut قلبهits heart ناطقspeaking
ات لكن قلبه ناطق
Its tongue is silent most of the time,
His tongue is silent much of the time but his heart speaks out.
but its heart speaks.
Partial English translation: 5 of 6 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1