غَرَامِيَmy passion فِيْكُمْfor you مَاhow أَلَّذَّsweet وَأَطْيَباand delightful
غَرَامِيَ فِيْكُمْ مَا أَلَّذَّ وَأَطْيَبا
وَفِيand in حُبِّكُمْlove for you أَهْلاًwelcome بِسُقمِيto my sickness وَمَرْحَباand welcome
وَفِي حُبِّكُمْ أَهْلاً بِسُقمِي وَمَرْحَبا
My passion for you—how sweet and delightful it is!
And in loving you: welcome, my sickness, welcome!
غَزَالُكُمُyour gazelle ذَاكَthat المَصُونُguarded جَمَالُهُhis beauty
غَزَالُكُمُ ذَاكَ المَصُونُ جَمَالُهُ
إلَىtoward غَيْرِهِanyone other than him فِيin الحُبِّlove قَلْبِيَmy heart مَاnot صَباinclined
إلَى غَيْرِهِ فِي الحُبِّ قَلْبِيَ مَا صَبا
That gazelle of yours, whose beauty is guarded—
My heart has inclined in love to no one but him.
تَجَلَّىhe revealed himself عَلىto كُلِّall العُيونِthe eyes فَعِنْدَمَاthen, when
تَجَلَّى عَلى كُلِّ العُيونِ فَعِنْدَمَا
سَبَىcaptured حُسْنُهُhis beauty كُلَّall القُلُوبِthe hearts تَحَجَّباhe veiled himself
سَبَى حُسْنُهُ كُلَّ القُلُوبِ تَحَجَّبا
He revealed himself to every eye; then, when
His beauty captured every heart, he veiled himself.
أَأَحْبَابَنَاO our beloveds هَلْis there? عَابِدٌa worshipper فِيin حَمِاكُمُyour sanctuary
أَأَحْبَابَنَا هَلْ عَابِدٌ فِي حَمِاكُمُ
أَوَيْقَاتِbrief moments وَصْلٍof union كُلُّهَاall of them زَمَنُthe time of الصِّباyouth
أَوَيْقَاتِ وَصْلٍ كُلُّهَا زَمَنُ الصِّبا
O our beloveds, is there a worshipper in your sanctuary?
Brief moments of union, all of them the days of youth.
Sol 6.1