قَدalready عَجَنَkneaded الهَجرُestrangement دَقيقَflour of الهَوىpassion
قَد عَجَنَ الهَجرُ دَقيقَ الهَوى
فيin جَفنَةٍa large bowl مِنfrom خَشَبِwood of الصَدrejection
في جَفنَةٍ مِن خَشَبِ الصَد
Estrangement has already kneaded the flour of passion
Separation has kneaded the flour of love
In a basin made from the wood of rejection.
In a bowl made of aloe wood
وَاِختَمِرِand fermented البَينِparting فَنارَso the fire of الهَوىpassion
وَاِختَمِرِ البَينِ فَنارَ الهَوى
تَذكيis kindled بِسَرجَينِwith dung مِنَfrom البُعدِdistance
تَذكي بِسَرجَينِ مِنَ البُعدِ
And parting fermented; so the fire of passion
And leave the wine of love to ferment
Is kindled with dung from distance.
Igniting the two lamps of distance
وَأَقبَلَand came الهَجرُestrangement بِمِحراكِهِwith its poker
وَأَقبَلَ الهَجرُ بِمِحراكِهِ
يَفحَصُsearches عَنfor أَرغِفَةِloaves of الوَجدِlonging
يَفحَصُ عَن أَرغِفَةِ الوَجدِ
And estrangement came with its poker,
And separation came with its paddle
Searching for the loaves of longing.
Searching for the loaves of passion
جَرادِقُflatbreads of المَوعِدَthe tryst مَسمومَةpoisoned
جَرادِقُ المَوعِدَ مَسمومَة
مَشرودَةscattered فيin قَصعَةِthe bowl of الجُهدِtoil
مَشرودَة في قَصعَةِ الجُهدِ
The flatbreads of the tryst are poisoned,
The tents of tryst are poisoned
Scattered in the bowl of toil.
Scattered in the bowl of effort
Sol 6.1