تَعَلَّقَتclung بِفُؤاديto my heart نارُthe fire كُلِّevery هَوىًpassion
تَعَلَّقَت بِفُؤادي نارُ كُلِّ هَوىً
فَماso not سَوادُthe dark core فُؤاديof my heart غَيرُother than حُرّاقِtinder
فَما سَوادُ فُؤادي غَيرُ حُرّاقِ
The fire of every passion has clung to my heart.
The fire of every passion clings to my heart
So my heart’s dark core is nothing but tinder.
And my heart is naught but a blazing pyre
وَقامَand stood ساقٍa cupbearer عَلىon ساقٍa leg يُقيمُhe wages بِهاwith it
وَقامَ ساقٍ عَلى ساقٍ يُقيمُ بِها
حَربيwar against me فَقامَتso rose لِيَagainst me الدُيناthe world عَلىon ساقِa leg
حَربي فَقامَت لِيَ الدُينا عَلى ساقِ
And a cupbearer stood on one leg, with which he wages
My wars stand firmly on their feet
war against me; so the world rose against me on one leg.
And bring ruin upon me without delay
Sol 6.1