أَمّاas for رِضاكَyour favor فَعِلقٌthen a treasure ماnot لَهُit has ثَمَنٌa price
أَمّا رِضاكَ فَعِلقٌ ما لَهُ ثَمَنٌ
لَوif only كانَhad سامَحَنيallowed me فيin وَصلِهِattaining it الزَمَنُtime
لَو كانَ سامَحَني في وَصلِهِ الزَمَنُ
As for your favor, it is a treasure beyond price—
If only time had allowed me to attain it.
تَبكيweeps for فِراقَكَparting from you عَينٌan eye أَنتَyou ناظِرُهاits pupil
تَبكي فِراقَكَ عَينٌ أَنتَ ناظِرُها
قَدhas لَجَّpersisted فيin هَجرِهاshunning it عَنbecause of هَجرِكَyour desertion الوَسَنُslumber
قَد لَجَّ في هَجرِها عَن هَجرِكَ الوَسَنُ
An eye whose pupil you are weeps at parting from you;
Slumber has persisted in shunning it because of your desertion.
إِنَّindeed الزَمانَtime الَّذيwhich عَهديmy recollection بِهِof it حَسَنٌgood
إِنَّ الزَمانَ الَّذي عَهدي بِهِ حَسَنٌ
قَدhas حالَchanged مُذsince غابَvanished عَنّيfrom me وَجهُكَyour face الحَسَنُbeautiful
قَد حالَ مُذ غابَ عَنّي وَجهُكَ الحَسَنُ
Indeed, time, which I once knew as kind,
Has changed since your beautiful face vanished from my sight.
أَنتَyou الحَياةُlife فَإِنso if يُقدَرis decreed فِراقُكَseparation from you ليfor me
أَنتَ الحَياةُ فَإِن يُقدَر فِراقُكَ لي
فَليُحفَرِthen let it be dug القَبرُthe grave أَوor فَليُحضَرِthen let it be brought الكَفَنُthe shroud
فَليُحفَرِ القَبرُ أَو فَليُحضَرِ الكَفَنُ
You are life; so if separation from you is decreed for me,
Then let the grave be dug, or let the shroud be brought.
وَاللَهِby God ماnot ساءَنيgrieved me أَنّيthat I جُفيتُwas shunned ضَنىًwasting away
وَاللَهِ ما ساءَني أَنّي جُفيتُ ضَنىً
بَلrather ساءَنيgrieved me أَنَّthat سِرّيmy secret بِالضَنىthrough wasting sickness عَلَنُexposed
بَل ساءَني أَنَّ سِرّي بِالضَنى عَلَنُ
By God, it did not grieve me that I was shunned and wasting away;
Rather, it grieved me that my secret was exposed through my wasting sickness.
لَوif كانَwere أَمرِيَmy affair فيin كَتمِconcealing الهَوىlove بِيَديin my hand
لَو كانَ أَمرِيَ في كَتمِ الهَوى بِيَدي
ماnot كانَwould يَعلَمُknow ماwhat فيin قَلبِيَmy heart البَدَنُthe body
ما كانَ يَعلَمُ ما في قَلبِيَ البَدَنُ
If it were in my hands to conceal my love,
My body would not know what lies within my heart.
Sol 6.1