حمامُdoves اللوىal-Liwā أضحىhas become علىto النوحlamentation باعثيmy inciter
حمامُ اللوى أضحى على النوح باعثي
فأصبحتُso I became ذاpossessed of وجدٍlonging وجدٍّand earnestness بعابثِthrough a playful one
فأصبحتُ ذا وجدٍ وجدٍّ بعابثِ
The doves of al-Liwā have come to stir me to lament;
The dove of longing coos upon the boughs,
so I am now full of longing and earnestness through a playful one.
And so I wake with yearning ever-new
ينبهawakens أشواقيmy longings بألحانِwith the melodies of سجعهits cooing
ينبه أشواقي بألحانِ سجعه
فياand ah! ثنىbending أعطافيmy sides بمثلِwith the like of المثالثِthe lute’s third strings
فيا ثنى أعطافي بمثلِ المثالثِ
It awakens my longings with the melodies of its cooing;
Its songs remind me of the friends I miss
and ah, how my sides sway to strains like those of the lute’s third strings!
Oh, when will I embrace them, two by two!
Sol 6.1