ياO عَليلاًailing one حَشاfilled الجَوانِحَthe ribs; the breast ناراwith fire
يا عَليلاً حَشا الجَوانِحَ نارا
كانَwas ليfor me فيكَin you حافِظُguardian of الجارِthe neighbor جاراa neighbor
كانَ لي فيكَ حافِظُ الجارِ جارا
O ailing one who filled the breast with fire,
O my ailing one, the passions have ignited a fire,
In you, the guardian of neighbors was my neighbor.
You were to me a neighbor protecting his neighbor,
مَعدِنُsource of الحُسنِbeauty وَالمَلاحَةِand charm قَدalready أَصbegins 'became'
مَعدِنُ الحُسنِ وَالمَلاحَةِ قَد أَص
بَحَcompletes 'became' لِلسُقمِfor sickness مَعدِناًa source وَقَراراand a dwelling place
بَحَ لِلسُقمِ مَعدِناً وَقَرارا
The source of beauty and charm has be-
The source of beauty and charm has become
come a source and dwelling place for sickness.
A source and refuge for illness,
إِنَّindeed وَجهَthe face of الحُمّىfever لَوَجهٌtruly a face صَفيقٌbrazen
إِنَّ وَجهَ الحُمّى لَوَجهٌ صَفيقٌ
حينَwhen تَسطوit assails بِهِupon him نَهاراًby day جَهاراopenly
حينَ تَسطو بِهِ نَهاراً جَهارا
Fever's face is indeed a brazen face,
Indeed the face of fever is a glowing face
when it assails him by day, in plain sight.
When it prevails openly during the day,
لَمdid not تَشِنmar وَجهَهُhis face المَليحَlovely وَلَكِنand yet
لَم تَشِن وَجهَهُ المَليحَ وَلَكِن
جَعَلَتit turned وَردَthe rose of خَدِّهِhis cheek جُلَّناراpomegranate blossom
جَعَلَت وَردَ خَدِّهِ جُلَّنارا
It did not mar his lovely face, and yet
It did not disfigure his beautiful face, but
it turned the rose of his cheek into pomegranate blossom.
Made the roses of his cheek all the more flaming.
Sol 6.1