عَلِقَfell in love الفُؤَادُthe heart بِظَبْيَةٍwith a gazelle عَجَّانةٍa dough-kneader
عَلِقَ الفُؤَادُ بِظَبْيَةٍ عَجَّانةٍ
ماnot كُنْتُI was يَوْماًon any day آمِناًsafe مِنْfrom هَجْرِهاher desertion
ما كُنْتُ يَوْماً آمِناً مِنْ هَجْرِها
The heart fell in love with a dough-kneading gazelle.
My heart is captivated by a lively gazelle
Not a day was I safe from her desertion.
Never secure am I from her abandonment
عَجَنَتْshe kneaded فُؤَادِيmy heart بِالغَرامِwith passion فَماؤُهَاso her water
عَجَنَتْ فُؤَادِي بِالغَرامِ فَماؤُهَا
مِنْfrom أَدْمُعيmy tears وَدَقِيقُهاand her flour مِنْfrom خَصْرِهَاher waist
مِنْ أَدْمُعي وَدَقِيقُها مِنْ خَصْرِهَا
She kneaded my heart with passion; so her water
She kneaded my heart with passion, her water
is from my tears, and her flour from her waist.
Is of my tears and her flour from her waist
Sol 6.1