هَوىًpassion يَقُضُّshatters حَيازِيمَthe ribs of الحَشَاthe breast وهَوىًand a passion
هَوىً يَقُضُّ حَيازِيمَ الحَشَا وهَوىً
يُوكِّلُconsigns العَينَthe eye طُولَthroughout اللَّيلِthe night بالسَّهَرِto sleeplessness
يُوكِّلُ العَينَ طُولَ اللَّيلِ بالسَّهَرِ
A passion that shatters the ribs of the breast, and a passion
My passion spoils my sleep all night,
That consigns the eye to sleeplessness all night long.
And keeps my eyes awake 'til morning light,
ومُقْلَةٌand an eye فيin نَجيعِcrimson blood الدَّمْعِof tears عَائِمَةٌafloat
ومُقْلَةٌ في نَجيعِ الدَّمْعِ عَائِمَةٌ
تهْمِيpours forth بِمُنْعَبِقِwith what clings to الخَدَّينِboth cheeks مُنْهَمِرِstreaming
تهْمِي بِمُنْعَبِقِ الخَدَّينِ مُنْهَمِرِ
And an eye afloat in the crimson blood of tears,
My tears flow down in ceaseless streams,
Pouring forth a torrent that clings to both cheeks.
Pouring from my cheeks in fiery beams,
وزَفْرَةٌand a sigh كَشُواظِlike a flame of النَّارِfire محرقةٌscorching
وزَفْرَةٌ كَشُواظِ النَّارِ محرقةٌ
تَزْكُوflares up فتَرمِيand so pelts حَوَاشِيthe edges of القَلْبِthe heart بالشَّرَرِwith sparks
تَزْكُو فتَرمِي حَوَاشِي القَلْبِ بالشَّرَرِ
And a scorching sigh, like a flame of fire,
My sighs flare up like kindled flames,
Flares up and pelts the heart's edges with sparks.
And sparks fly out to scorch my heart's deep frames.
Sol 6.1