طَوىhe folded away شَجَناًsorrow فيin الصَدرِthe breast فَالدَمعُbut tears ناشِرُهits unfolder
طَوى شَجَناً في الصَدرِ فَالدَمعُ ناشِرُه
فَإِنand if أَنتَyou لَمdid not تَعذُرهُexcuse him فَالشَوقُthen longing عاذِرُهhis excuser
فَإِن أَنتَ لَم تَعذُرهُ فَالشَوقُ عاذِرُه
He folded sorrow within his breast, but tears unfold it.
He hides a passion in his breast, his tears revealing it,
And if you do not excuse him, then longing excuses him.
If you don't excuse him, longing itself will be his excuse.
هَوىًlove عَذُبَتwere sweet مِنهُfrom it مَوارِدُwatering places بَدئِهِits beginning
هَوىً عَذُبَت مِنهُ مَوارِدُ بَدئِهِ
فَلَمّاbut when نَمَتthey grew أَعيَتproved too difficult عَلَيهِfor him مَصادِرُهits ways out
فَلَمّا نَمَت أَعيَت عَلَيهِ مَصادِرُه
A love whose first watering places were sweet;
Tasting the sweet streams flowing from his love,
But when they grew, its ways out proved too hard for him.
But when it grew overwhelming, the sources exhausted him.
Sol 6.1