لعَمْرُكَby your life ماnot يُرْجَىis hoped for شِفائِيَmy recovery والهَوىwhile love
لعَمْرُكَ ما يُرْجَى شِفائِيَ والهَوى
لهit has بينbetween جسميmy body والعظامِand the bones دَبيبُa creeping movement
له بين جسمي والعظامِ دَبيبُ
By your life, there is no hope of my recovery, while love
Your life, no hope for my recovery or passion
creeps between my body and my bones.
It creeps between my body and bones
أُجِلُّكَI revere you أنْto أشكوI complain إليكto you وأنطويand I turn inward
أُجِلُّكَ أنْ أشكو إليك وأنطوي
علىover كَمَديmy anguish إنindeed الهَوىlove لعجيبُtruly strange
على كَمَدي إن الهَوى لعجيبُ
I revere you too much to complain to you, and I brood
I implore you to complain to you and curl up
over my anguish; love is strange indeed.
On my pillow, for passion is wondrous
وآمُلُand I hope بُرءاًhealing منfrom جوىًburning grief خامرَpervaded الحَشىthe vitals
وآمُلُ بُرءاً من جوىً خامرَ الحَشى
وكيفand how بداءٍwith an illness لاnot يراهُsees it طبيبُa physician
وكيف بداءٍ لا يراهُ طبيبُ
And I hope for healing from a burning grief that has pervaded my vitals;
And I hope to heal from an inner fire that burned the chest
yet how, with an illness no physician sees?
How can it be cured when no doctor sees it?
نصيبُكَyour share منof قلبيmy heart كماas قدalready عَلِمتَهُyou have known it
نصيبُكَ من قلبي كما قد عَلِمتَهُ
وماand not ليfor me بحمدِwith praise to اللّهGod منكَof you نصيبُa share
وما لي بحمدِ اللّه منكَ نصيبُ
Your share of my heart is as you already know,
Your share of my heart is as you have known it
and, praise be to God, I have no share of you.
I have no thanks to God but you as my lot
وماand not أدَّعِيI claim إلاexcept اكتفائيmy being content بنظرةٍwith a glance
وما أدَّعِي إلا اكتفائي بنظرةٍ
إليكat you ودعوىand the claim العاشقينَof the lovers ضُروبُvarious kinds
إليك ودعوى العاشقينَ ضُروبُ
And I claim only to be content with a glance
I claim no more than my eyes’ fill of you
at you; lovers’ claims take many forms.
And the lovers' claim of sorts
وماand not بُحْتُI divulged بالسِّرِthe secret الذيthat كانwas بينناbetween us
وما بُحْتُ بالسِّرِ الذي كان بيننا
ولكنماbut لحظُthe glance المُحِبِّof the lover مُريبُarousing suspicion
ولكنما لحظُ المُحِبِّ مُريبُ
And I did not divulge the secret that was between us,
I betrayed no secret between us
but a lover’s glance arouses suspicion.
But the lover's glance is worrying
وليلةِand on a night وصلٍof union قدindeed قدرتُI was able فصدَّنِيthen held me back
وليلةِ وصلٍ قد قدرتُ فصدَّنِي
حيائيmy modesty أَلاtake heed إنَّindeed الحياءَmodesty رقيبُa watchman
حيائي أَلا إنَّ الحياءَ رقيبُ
And on a night of union, I had the chance, but was held back
On a night we could unite but shyness stopped me
by my modesty—mark this: modesty is indeed a watchman.
Indeed, shyness is a chaperone
Sol 6.1