ياO نَفْسُsoul موتيdie فَقَدْfor indeed جَدَّhas grown intense الأَسىsorrow مُوتيdie
يا نَفْسُ موتي فَقَدْ جَدَّ الأَسى مُوتي
ماnot كُنْتِyou were أَولَّthe first صَبٍّlovesick lover غيرnot مَبْخوتِfortunate
ما كُنْتِ أَولَّ صَبٍّ غير مَبْخوتِ
O soul, die, for sorrow has grown intense—die!
O my soul, death has made my death severe
You were not the first luckless lover.
You were not the first morning rain, un-disappointed
يَوْمُthe day الفِراقِparting رَمىstruck شَمْليmy union فَشَتَّتَهُand so scattered it
يَوْمُ الفِراقِ رَمى شَمْلي فَشَتَّتَهُ
رَماهُmay He strike it رَبِّيmy Lord بِتَفْريقٍwith division وتَشْتيتِand dispersal
رَماهُ رَبِّي بِتَفْريقٍ وتَشْتيتِ
The day of parting struck my union and scattered it.
The day we parted, He scattered what we shared
May my Lord strike it with division and dispersal.
Scattered by my Lord with separation and scattering
بَكَىhe wept إِليَّtoward me غَداةَon the morning of البَيْنِparting حِينَwhen رَأَىhe saw
بَكَى إِليَّ غَداةَ البَيْنِ حِينَ رَأَى
دَمْعيmy tears يَفيضُare overflowing وَحاليand my state حالَthe state of مَبْهوتِone stunned
دَمْعي يَفيضُ وَحالي حالَ مَبْهوتِ
He wept before me on the morning of parting, when he saw
He cried to me the morning after we parted when he saw
My tears overflowing, and my state that of one stunned.
My overflowing tears and my deeply saddened state
فَدَمْعَتيso my tear ذَوْبُmolten substance ياقوتٍruby عَلىupon ذَهَبٍgold
فَدَمْعَتي ذَوْبُ ياقوتٍ عَلى ذَهَبٍ
وَدَمْعُهُand his tears ذَوْبَmolten substance دُرٍّpearls فَوْقَabove ياقوتِruby
وَدَمْعُهُ ذَوْبَ دُرٍّ فَوْقَ ياقوتِ
So my tear is molten ruby upon gold,
So my tears melted ruby on gold
And his tears are molten pearls above ruby.
While his tears melted pearls atop ruby
Sol 6.1