لاnot أنسىI forget وقدand already كتبتI wrote ليلاًat night
لا أنسى وقد كتبت ليلاً
ماnot كدتI nearly منbecause of الهوىlonging أبسملsay “In God's name”
ما كدت من الهوى أبسمل
I cannot forget when I wrote at night:
I do not forget though I wrote at night
I could scarcely say “In God's name” for longing.
When I almost smiled at passion’s plight
البرقthe lightning برملِin the sands of مصرEgypt شمعيmy candles
البرق برملِ مصر شمعي
والريحand the wind علىupon يديmy hand ترملsprinkles sand to dry the ink
والريح على يدي ترمل
Lightning over Egypt's sands was my candlelight,
Egypt’s sand was my candle’s light
and the wind sprinkled sand upon my hand.
And the wind drew lines on my hand so white
Sol 6.1