مَتىwhen أَبُثُّكِI confide to you ماwhat بيails me
مَتى أَبُثُّكِ ما بي
ياO راحَتيmy comfort وَعَذابيand my torment
يا راحَتي وَعَذابي
When shall I confide to you what ails me,
When can I tell you what's inside me
O my comfort and my torment?
My comfort and my agony
مَتىwhen يَنوبُstands in لِسانيmy tongue
مَتى يَنوبُ لِساني
فيin شَرحِهِexplaining it عَنin place of كِتابيmy letter
في شَرحِهِ عَن كِتابي
When will my tongue stand in
When will my tongue explain
for my letter in explaining it?
The pages of my diary
اللَهُGod يَعلَمُknows أَنّيthat I
اللَهُ يَعلَمُ أَنّي
أَصبَحتُI have become فيكِover you لِماbecause of what بيails me
أَصبَحتُ فيكِ لِما بي
God knows that I
God knows I'm so consumed
have grown so afflicted over you
By this love that makes me bleed
فَلاso not يَطيبُis pleasant طَعاميmy food
فَلا يَطيبُ طَعامي
وَلاand not يَسوغُgoes down easily شَرابيmy drink
وَلا يَسوغُ شَرابي
that my food gives me no pleasure
No food can comfort me
and my drink will not go down.
No drink can intercede
ياO فِتنَةَtemptation of المُتَقَرّيthe devout person
يا فِتنَةَ المُتَقَرّي
وَحُجَّةَand the excuse of المُتَصابيone who affects youthfulness
وَحُجَّةَ المُتَصابي
O temptation of the devout,
You are the tryst's temptation
and excuse for one who plays at youth!
And the reason I concede
الشَمسُthe sun أَنتِyou تَوارَتhas hidden herself
الشَمسُ أَنتِ تَوارَت
عَنfrom ناظِريmy gaze بِالحِجابِbehind the veil
عَن ناظِري بِالحِجابِ
You are the sun, hidden
The sun itself would hide
from my gaze behind the veil.
From my eyes beneath the veil
ماnot البَدرُthe full moon شَفَّgleamed through سَناهُits radiance
ما البَدرُ شَفَّ سَناهُ
عَلىupon رَقيقِthin السَحابِthe clouds
عَلى رَقيقِ السَحابِ
The full moon, its radiance gleaming
No full moon can decide
through thin clouds,
To shine through the mist so pale
إِلّاexcept كَوَجهِكِlike your face لَمّاwhen
إِلّا كَوَجهِكِ لَمّا
أَضاءَshone تَحتَbeneath النِقابِthe face-veil
أَضاءَ تَحتَ النِقابِ
is but like your face when
Except your face when it lights up
it shone beneath the face-veil.
From beneath the bridal veil
Sol 6.1