ياO خَليلَيَّmy two friends مِنfrom بَنيthe sons of شَيبانِShayban
يا خَليلَيَّ مِن بَني شَيبانِ
أَناI لاno شَكَّdoubt مَيِّتٌdying فَاِبكِيانيso weep for me, you two
أَنا لا شَكَّ مَيِّتٌ فَاِبكِياني
O my two friends from the sons of Shayban,
Oh my friend from the tribe of gray hair
I am surely dying; so weep for me, both of you.
I will surely die, so shed tears for me
إِنَّindeed روحيmy soul لَمdid not يَبقَremain مِنهاof it سِوىexcept شَيsomething (first fragment)
إِنَّ روحي لَم يَبقَ مِنها سِوى شَي
ءٍsomething (final fragment) يَسيرٍslight مُعَلَّقٍhanging بِلِسانيfrom my tongue
ءٍ يَسيرٍ مُعَلَّقٍ بِلِساني
Indeed, nothing remains of my soul but some-
For my soul, nothing remains but a little
thing slight, hanging from my tongue.
That clings to the tip of my tongue
Sol 6.1