وَيُقنِعُنيand satisfies me مِمَّنfrom the one whom أُحِبُّI love كِتابُهُhis letter
وَيُقنِعُني مِمَّن أُحِبُّ كِتابُهُ
وَيَمنَعُنيهِand he withholds it from me إِنَّهُindeed he لَبَخيلُis surely miserly
وَيَمنَعُنيهِ إِنَّهُ لَبَخيلُ
And a letter from the one I love is enough for me.
The writing of the one I love convinces me
Yet he withholds it from me; he is miserly indeed.
And yet its miserliness denies me
فَلاso not أَناI مَدفوعٌdriven إِلىto العَذلِreproach فيin الهَوىlove
فَلا أَنا مَدفوعٌ إِلى العَذلِ في الهَوى
وَلاnor ليfor me إِلىto حُسنِgoodness of العَزاءِconsolation سَبيلُa path
وَلا لي إِلى حُسنِ العَزاءِ سَبيلُ
So I am not driven to reproach in love,
Neither inclined am I to blame in love
Nor have I a path to fitting consolation.
Nor have I the way to seek fine solace
كَفىit is enough حَزَناًas sorrow أَنthat لاnot أُطيقَI can bear وَداعَكُمbidding you farewell
كَفى حَزَناً أَن لا أُطيقَ وَداعَكُم
وَقَدand now حانَhas come due مِنكُمfrom you ياO ظَلومُZalum رَحيلُdeparture
وَقَد حانَ مِنكُم يا ظَلومُ رَحيلُ
It is sorrow enough that I cannot bear bidding you farewell,
Sorrow enough that I bear not to bid you farewell
And your departure is now at hand, O Zalum.
As the time for your cruel parting is nigh
Sol 6.1