أَشكوI complain إِلىto اللَهِGod أَنَّthat ليI have سَكَناًa beloved
أَشكو إِلى اللَهِ أَنَّ لي سَكَناً
أَبصَرتُهُI saw him فيin المَنامِthe dream غَضباناangry
أَبصَرتُهُ في المَنامِ غَضبانا
I complain to God that I have a beloved
whom I saw in a dream, angry.
أَناI الفِداthe ransom وَالحِمىand the refuge لَمُحتَجِبٍfor one who veils himself
أَنا الفِدا وَالحِمى لَمُحتَجِبٍ
يُريدُhe wants قَتليkilling me ظُلماًunjustly وَعُدواناand with aggression
يُريدُ قَتلي ظُلماً وَعُدوانا
I am ransom and refuge for one who veils himself,
who seeks to kill me unjustly and wantonly.
يَمنَعُنيhe denies me النَومَsleep بِالصُدودِby turning away فَإِنand if
يَمنَعُني النَومَ بِالصُدودِ فَإِن
أَعتَبَhe makes amends شَيئاًat all فَذاكَthen that is أَحياناsometimes
أَعتَبَ شَيئاً فَذاكَ أَحيانا
He denies me sleep by shunning me; and if
he makes any amends, it is only now and then.
أَبصَرتُهُI saw him مُعرِضاًturning away فَياand oh عَجَباwhat a wonder
أَبصَرتُهُ مُعرِضاً فَيا عَجَبا
يَهجُرُنيhe shuns me نائِماًasleep وَيَقظاناand awake
يَهجُرُني نائِماً وَيَقظانا
I saw him turning away—oh, how strange!
He shuns me both asleep and awake.
عَجِبتُI marveled مِنهُat him إِذsince لَيسَdoes not يَرحَمُنيhe has mercy on me
عَجِبتُ مِنهُ إِذ لَيسَ يَرحَمُني
وَلَستُand I do not أَسلوcease loving لِكَونِbecause of the occurrence of ماwhat كاناhas happened
وَلَستُ أَسلو لِكَونِ ما كانا
I marveled at him, for he has no mercy on me,
yet I do not cease loving because of what has happened.
Sol 6.1