رُدَّتِwas restored الروحُthe soul عَلىto المُضنىthe languishing sufferer مَعَكwith you
رُدَّتِ الروحُ عَلى المُضنى مَعَك
أَحسَنُthe best الأَيّامِof days يَومٌa day أَرجَعَكbrought you back
أَحسَنُ الأَيّامِ يَومٌ أَرجَعَك
With you, the sufferer's soul was restored.
The best of days is the day that brought you back.
مَرَّpassed مِنfrom بُعدِكَyour absence ماwhat رَوَّعَنيterrified me
مَرَّ مِن بُعدِكَ ما رَوَّعَني
أَتُرىI wonder ياO حُلوُsweet one بُعديmy absence رَوَّعَكterrified you
أَتُرى يا حُلوُ بُعدي رَوَّعَك
In your absence, I endured what terrified me.
I wonder, sweet one, did my absence terrify you?
كَمhow often شَكَوتُI lamented البَينَparting بِاللَيلِat night إِلىuntil
كَم شَكَوتُ البَينَ بِاللَيلِ إِلى
مَطلَعِthe break الفَجرِof dawn عَسىperhaps أَنthat يُطلِعَكit brings you forth
مَطلَعِ الفَجرِ عَسى أَن يُطلِعَك
How often I lamented parting through the night until
The break of dawn, hoping it might bring you forth.
وَبَعَثتُand I sent الشَوقَlonging فيin ريحِwind الصَباthe east wind
وَبَعَثتُ الشَوقَ في ريحِ الصَبا
فَشَكاso it lamented الحُرقَةَthe burning anguish مِمّاfrom what اِستَودَعَكit entrusted to you
فَشَكا الحُرقَةَ مِمّا اِستَودَعَك
And I sent longing upon the east wind,
So it lamented the burning of what it had entrusted to you.
ياO نَعيميmy bliss وَعَذابيand my torment فيin الهَوىlove
يا نَعيمي وَعَذابي في الهَوى
بِعَذوليwith my reproacher فيin الهَوىlove ماwhat جَمَعَكbrought you together
بِعَذولي في الهَوى ما جَمَعَك
O my bliss and my torment in love,
What brought you together with the one who reproaches me for loving?
أَنتَyou روحيmy soul ظَلَمَwas unjust الواشيthe slanderer الَّذيwho
أَنتَ روحي ظَلَمَ الواشي الَّذي
زَعَمَclaimed القَلبَthe heart سَلاforgot its love أَوor ضَيَّعَكcast you aside
زَعَمَ القَلبَ سَلا أَو ضَيَّعَك
You are my soul; unjust was the slanderer who
Claimed my heart had forgotten you or cast you aside.
مَوقِعيmy place عِندَكَwith you لاnot أَعلَمُهI know it
مَوقِعي عِندَكَ لا أَعلَمُه
آهِah لَوif only تَعلَمُyou knew عِنديwith me مَوقِعَكyour place
آهِ لَو تَعلَمُ عِندي مَوقِعَك
I do not know the place I hold with you;
Ah, if only you knew the place you hold with me!
أَرجَفواthey spread alarming rumors أَنَّكَthat you are شاكٍailing موجَعٌin pain
أَرجَفوا أَنَّكَ شاكٍ موجَعٌ
لَيتَif only ليfor me فَوقَbesides الضَناwasting sickness ماwhatever أَوجَعَكhas pained you
لَيتَ لي فَوقَ الضَنا ما أَوجَعَك
They spread alarming rumors that you are ailing and in pain.
Would that I bore, besides my wasting sickness, whatever pains you.
نامَتِfell asleep الأَعيُنُthe eyes إِلّاexcept مُقلَةًan eye
نامَتِ الأَعيُنُ إِلّا مُقلَةً
تَسكُبُpours out الدَمعَtears وَتَرعىand watches over مَضجَعَكyour bed
تَسكُبُ الدَمعَ وَتَرعى مَضجَعَك
All eyes have fallen asleep, save one,
That pours out tears and watches over your bed.
Sol 6.1