إِنّيindeed I لَأَطويI surely fold away الهَوىpassion كَيso that لاnot يُطيفَmay hover بِهِaround it
إِنّي لَأَطوي الهَوى كَي لا يُطيفَ بِهِ
ظَنٌّsuspicion وَأَجحَدُand I deny ماwhat أَطويI fold away إِذاif اِنتَشَراit spreads
ظَنٌّ وَأَجحَدُ ما أَطوي إِذا اِنتَشَرا
Indeed, I fold my passion away, lest there hover around it
I strive to conceal this passion lest
any suspicion; and I deny what I conceal if it becomes known.
Suspicion spread of what I try to veil.
حَتّىeven أَغُمَّI distress بِمَنwith one whom لاnot أَشتَهيI desire بَصَريmy sight
حَتّى أَغُمَّ بِمَن لا أَشتَهي بَصَري
عَمداًdeliberately وَأَصرِفَand I turn away عَمَّنfrom one whom أَشتَهيI desire البَصَراthe gaze
عَمداً وَأَصرِفَ عَمَّن أَشتَهي البَصَرا
I even distress my eyes with one I do not desire,
I turn my eyes from her I wish to see
deliberately, and turn my gaze from the one I desire.
And force myself to gaze on her I'd fail.
تَرميهِit casts at him بِالوُدِّwith affection عَينٌan eye لَستُI am not أَملِكُهاI control it
تَرميهِ بِالوُدِّ عَينٌ لَستُ أَملِكُها
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen نَظَرَتit gazed بَغَّضتُهاI made it loathe النَظَراgazing
حَتّى إِذا نَظَرَت بَغَّضتُها النَظَرا
An eye I cannot control casts affection at him,
Against my will, my eyes still dart their shafts
until, when it gazes, I make it loathe gazing.
Of love for her; I cannot make them flail.
Sol 6.1