بِكُلِّon every طَريقٍroad ليfor me مِنَfrom الحُبِّlove راصِدٌa watcher lying in wait
بِكُلِّ طَريقٍ لي مِنَ الحُبِّ راصِدٌ
بِكَفَّيهِin his two hands سَيفٌa sword لِلهَوىfor passion وَسِنانُand a spearpoint
بِكَفَّيهِ سَيفٌ لِلهَوى وَسِنانُ
On every road, a watcher from love lies in wait for me;
With love's ambush at every path for me
On every path, a watcher from Love lies in wait,
in his two hands are a sword and a spearpoint for passion.
His two hands sword and fangs for passion's fight
Holding within his hands Passion's sword and spear.
فَماso there is no لِيَfor me عَنهُfrom him مِنany مَفَرٍّescape وَإِنَّنيand indeed I
فَما لِيَ عَنهُ مِن مَفَرٍّ وَإِنَّني
لَأَجبُنَI surely shrink in fear عَنهُfrom him وَالمُحِبُّand the lover جَبانُa coward
لَأَجبُنَ عَنهُ وَالمُحِبُّ جَبانُ
So I have no escape from him, and indeed I
No escape for me from it though indeed
I have no place to flee, no refuge from him,
shrink from him in fear—and the lover is a coward.
I cower from it for the lover is a coward wight
I cower before him, for the lover is a coward.
فَقَدso indeed صِرتُI have become بَينَbetween البابِthe door وَالدارِand the house لَيسَthere is not ليfor me
فَقَد صِرتُ بَينَ البابِ وَالدارِ لَيسَ لي
خَلاصٌrelease وَلاand no ليfor me إِنif خَرَجتُI go out أَمانُsafety
خَلاصٌ وَلا لي إِن خَرَجتُ أَمانُ
So now I am between the door and the house; I have no
Between the door and house I've come to be
I have become trapped between the door and the dwelling,
release, nor safety if I go out.
No safety, nor security if I take flight
With no deliverance there, nor safety should I leave.
Sol 6.1