ياO شادناًyoung gazelle أبداًalways أرىI see نفسيmy soul لهfor him
يا شادناً أبداً أرى نفسي له
دونto the exclusion of البريةall creation لاnot تفارقit parts from شيقهlonging for him
دون البرية لا تفارق شيقه
O young gazelle, I always find my soul is his,
His alone among all creation, never free of longing for him.
واللهby God ماnot اتسعتgrew vast هموميmy sorrows فيin الدجاthe darkness
والله ما اتسعت همومي في الدجا
حتىuntil بليتI was afflicted بمقلتيكby your two eyes الضيقهthe narrow ones
حتى بليت بمقلتيك الضيقه
By God, my sorrows never grew vast in the darkness
Until I was afflicted by your narrow eyes.
Sol 6.1