اِصبَحَhas become قَلبيmy heart بَربَخاa drainpipe لِلهَوىfor passion
اِصبَحَ قَلبي بَربَخا لِلهَوى
تَسلحshits فيهِin it فَقحَةَanus الهَجرِof abandonment
تَسلح فيهِ فَقحَةَ الهَجرِ
My heart has become a drainpipe for passion;
My heart has become a playground for love's folly,
the anus of abandonment shits in it.
Where separation's blade is armed,
بَناتُdaughters وَردانِof Wardān (the compound means cockroaches) الهَوىof passion لِلبَلىagainst decay
بَناتُ وَردانِ الهَوى لِلبَلى
أَصبِرmore enduring مَنthan ذاthis الوَجدُlonging فيin صَدريmy breast
أَصبِر مَن ذا الوَجدُ في صَدري
The cockroaches of passion, in the face of decay,
Love's roses are for decay,
are more enduring than this longing in my breast.
Who can endure the fervor in my chest?
خَنافِسُbeetles الهِجرانِof estrangement أَثكَلنَنيthey have bereaved me
خَنافِسُ الهِجرانِ أَثكَلنَني
يَومَthe day تَوَلّىwithdrew معرَضاturning away صَبريmy patience
يَومَ تَوَلّى معرَضا صَبري
The beetles of estrangement have bereaved me,
The beetles of estrangement have burdened me,
the day my patience withdrew, turning away.
The day my patience turned away.
أَسقُمsickened ديدانُworms الهَوىof passion مُهجَتيmy soul
أَسقُم ديدانُ الهَوى مُهجَتي
إِذwhen سَلَحَshat البَينُseparation عَلىupon عُمريmy life
إِذ سَلَحَ البَينُ عَلى عُمري
The worms of passion sickened my soul,
The germs of love make my inner self sick,
when separation shat upon my life.
When separation armed itself against my life.
Sol 6.1