سَقَميmy sickness فيin الحُبِّlove عَافِيَتيmy well-being
سَقَمي في الحُبِّ عَافِيَتي
وَوُجُودِيand my existence فِيin الهَوَىpassion عَدَميmy nonexistence
وَوُجُودِي فِي الهَوَى عَدَمي
My sickness in love is my well-being.
My sickness in love is my health,
And my existence in passion is my nonexistence.
And my being in passion is my annihilation,
وَعَذَابٌand torment تَرتَضُونَyou are pleased بِهِwith it
وَعَذَابٌ تَرتَضُونَ بِهِ
فِيin فَمِيmy mouth أحلَىsweeter مِنَthan النِّعَمِblessings
فِي فَمِي أحلَى مِنَ النِّعَمِ
And torment you are pleased with
And a torment you are pleased with
Is sweeter in my mouth than blessings.
Is in my mouth sweeter than bounties,
مَاnot لِضُرِّfor harm فِيin مَحَبَّتِكُمlove for you
مَا لِضُرِّ فِي مَحَبَّتِكُم
عِندَناfor us واللهby God مِنany أَلَمِpain
عِندَنا والله مِن أَلَمِ
No harm in loving you
No harm in loving you,
Brings us any pain, by God.
By God, brings us pain.
Sol 6.1