أَيَذهَبُwill it pass? هَذاthis العيدُthe festival عَنيaway from me وَلَيسَand there is not ليfor me
أَيَذهَبُ هَذا العيدُ عَني وَلَيسَ لي
مَعَwith الناسِthe people فيهِin it لاno سُرورٌjoy وَلاand no فَرَحdelight
مَعَ الناسِ فيهِ لا سُرورٌ وَلا فَرَح
Will this festival pass me by, while I have
Will this holiday pass me by while I have
Neither joy nor delight in it among the people?
No joy or happiness amongst people on it?
وَكَيفَand how يَطيبُis sweet العَيشُlife وَالعَينُand the eye بِالبُكاwith weeping
وَكَيفَ يَطيبُ العَيشُ وَالعَينُ بِالبُكا
موَكَّلَةٌgiven over وَالقَلبُand the heart بِاللَحظِby a glance قَدindeed جُرحwas wounded
موَكَّلَةٌ وَالقَلبُ بِاللَحظِ قَد جُرح
And how can life be sweet, while the eye to weeping
How can life be sweet when the eyes are filled with tears
Is given over, and the heart has been wounded by a glance?
And the heart is wounded with every glance?
Sol 6.1