تعذيبtormenting قلبيmy heart فيin هواكlove of you حلاليlawful to me
تعذيب قلبي في هواك حلالي
رفقاbe gentle فماfor it is not هذاthis الاذىharm بحلالat all lawful
رفقا فما هذا الاذى بحلال
The torment of my heart in loving you is lawful to me.
My heart's torment for your love is my undoing
Be gentle, for this harm is not lawful.
Have mercy, for this pain is hard to bear
اسمعlisten فديتكmay I be your ransom اننيindeed I ذوpossessing ذلةabasement
اسمع فديتك انني ذو ذلة
هلاwill you not ترقfeel compassion لذلتيfor my abasement ولحاليand for my plight
هلا ترق لذلتي ولحالي
Listen, may I be your ransom: I am abased.
Hear my plea, my darling, I'm so lowly
Will you not pity my abasement and my plight?
Won't you be kind to me in my despair?
كمhow long ذاthis اداريI placate فيin هواكlove of you عواذليmy reproachers
كم ذا اداري في هواك عواذلي
والموتand death دونless grievous than شماتةthe gloating of العذالthe reproachers
والموت دون شماتة العذال
How long must I placate my reproachers in loving you?
How long must I be lost in love for you?
And death is easier than the reproachers' gloating.
While death is better than a life so bare
هجمواthey assailed عليupon me بحقدهمwith their rancor وتطاولواand grew insolent
هجموا علي بحقدهم وتطاولوا
ماwhat للعواذلfor the reproachers فيin هواكlove of you وماليand what have I
ما للعواذل في هواك ومالي
They assailed me with their rancor and grew insolent.
They attack me with their hate and scorn me
What have the reproachers to do with my love for you, and I with them?
Why do they envy my love and care?
اصبحتI have become منfrom وجديmy yearning عليكfor you ولوعتيand my anguish
اصبحت من وجدي عليك ولوعتي
مثلlike الخياليthe phantom وفيكand for you دقgrew thin خياليmy shadow
مثل الخيالي وفيك دق خيالي
From my yearning for you and my anguish, I have become
For you my longing and my pain define me
Like a phantom; and for you my shadow has grown thin.
Like a sad dream that fills me with despair
مضنىworn out اخوa brother لهto him بضارمwith the blaze of زفرتيmy sigh
مضنى اخو له بضارم زفرتي
ونحولand the wasting of جسميmy body كالخلالlike a toothpick الباليthe worn-out
ونحول جسمي كالخلال البالي
Worn out—a brother to him [unclear wording]—with the blaze of my sigh.
I'm worn from sighs and wasted with my grief
And my body is thin as a worn-out toothpick.
My body wasted and my health laid bare
وكتمتand I concealed ماwhat القاهI encounter it منof المpain النوىseparation
وكتمت ما القاه من الم النوى
عنfrom آلthe family of عميmy paternal uncle الاقربيthe closest وخاليand my maternal uncle
عن آل عمي الاقربي وخالي
And I concealed the pain of separation that I endure
My secret love, its pain I hid from kin
From my closest paternal uncle's family and my maternal uncle.
My family, though we're close, they're unaware
وحفظتand I guarded سريmy secret فيin هواكlove of you وصنتهand I protected it
وحفظت سري في هواك وصنته
والدمعand the tears باحrevealed ولمand did not ابحI disclose بمقاليin my speech
والدمع باح ولم ابح بمقالي
And I guarded my secret in loving you and protected it.
I kept it hidden, though my eyes betrayed me
And tears revealed it, though I did not reveal it in my words.
I wouldn't speak it, though my tears laid bare
أىرىI wonder (unclear spelling) اراكI see you مواصليrejoining me بعدafter الجفاestrangement
أىرى اراك مواصلي بعد الجفا
وأقولand I say أحسنshowed kindness هاجريthe one who shuns me بوصالthrough reunion
وأقول أحسن هاجري بوصال
I wonder: will I see you rejoin me after estrangement,
Should I still hope, when you've been so unkind?
And say, 'My forsaker has shown kindness through reunion,'
No, leave while some small dignity I bear
وتمزقand are torn away الاستارthe veils عنكfrom you لناظريfor my gaze
وتمزق الاستار عنك لناظري
فيin ليلةa night سأعدهاI will count it بلياليas many nights
في ليلة سأعدها بليالي
As the veils are torn away from you before my eyes,
You've torn the veil of discretion from me
In a night I shall count as many nights?
On a night I'll remember with despair
اناI حجتيmy plea عجزيmy helplessness وانيand that I جاهلignorant
انا حجتي عجزي واني جاهل
معdespite عدcounting انفاسيmy breaths عواقبthe outcomes of حاليmy condition
مع عد انفاسي عواقب حالي
As for me, my plea is my helplessness, and that I do not know
I'm weak with love, though wise men call me fool
Despite counting my breaths, how my condition will end.
Counting each breath, in darkness and bare
فالطفso be gentle بأمريwith my affair ياO كريمgenerous one فإننيfor indeed I
فالطف بأمري يا كريم فإنني
فيat بابthe gate of جودكyour bounty قدindeed انختI made kneel رحاليmy saddles
في باب جودك قد انخت رحالي
So be gentle with my plight, O generous one, for I
Have mercy on me, generouse one, I've come
Have made my saddled mounts kneel at the gate of your bounty.
To your door, though the road was hard to bear
Sol 6.1