ماnever مرّhe passed بيby me فيin ثوبهhis robe الباليworn-out
ما مرّ بي في ثوبه البالي
إلاexcept وأذكىand he kindled حرّthe heat of بلباليmy anguish
إلا وأذكى حرّ بلبالي
Never did he pass me in his threadbare robe
He never passed by me in his worn-out robe
without kindling the searing heat of my anguish.
without kindling the heat of my anguish.
ياO لائميmy reproacher دعنيleave me ونارand the fire of الهوىlove
يا لائمي دعني ونار الهوى
تذكوblazes إذاwhenever مرّhe passes بالبالthrough the mind
تذكو إذا مرّ بالبال
O you who blame me, leave me with passion’s fire—
O my reproacher, leave me with the fire of love,
it blazes whenever he crosses my mind.
which blazes whenever he crosses my mind.
Sol 6.1