سُبحانَGlory be to مَنthe One who جَعَلَmade الهَوىlove
سُبحانَ مَن جَعَلَ الهَوى
مَلِكاًa king لِأَفئِدَةِover the hearts of العِبادِhumankind
مَلِكاً لِأَفئِدَةِ العِبادِ
Glory to Him who made love
a king over the hearts of humankind.
ماwhat ذاthis الَّذيthat أُضحِيَI spend the morning بِهِwith it
ما ذا الَّذي أُضحِيَ بِهِ
وَأَروحُand I spend the evening فيهِin it مِنَof الجِهادِstruggle
وَأَروحُ فيهِ مِنَ الجِهادِ
What is this I endure each morning,
and each evening—this struggle?
وَيليwoe to me عَلىfor غَدّارَةٍa treacherous woman
وَيلي عَلى غَدّارَةٍ
حَلَّتshe settled عَلَيناamong us بِالسَوادِin al-Sawad
حَلَّت عَلَينا بِالسَوادِ
Woe to me for a treacherous woman
who settled among us in al-Sawad.
رُفِعَتshe was raised عَلَيناabove us بَعدَماafter
رُفِعَت عَلَينا بَعدَما
زَرَعَتshe planted هَواهاher love فيin الفُؤادِthe heart
زَرَعَت هَواها في الفُؤادِ
She was raised above us, after
planting her love in the heart.
فَالقَلبُfor the heart مَزرَعَةُthe planting-ground of الهَوىlove
فَالقَلبُ مَزرَعَةُ الهَوى
وَنباتُهُand its growth شَوكُthe thorns of القَتادِthe qatad bush
وَنباتُهُ شَوكُ القَتادِ
For the heart is love’s planting-ground,
and its crop is the thorns of the qatad bush.
Sol 6.1