وَبَدرٍand a full moon بِأَفلاكِin the spheres of الخَواطِرِthoughts طالِعٌrising
وَبَدرٍ بِأَفلاكِ الخَواطِرِ طالِعٌ
وَغُصنٍand a bough بِأَوراقِwith the leaves of العِذارِcheek-down وَريقُleafy
وَغُصنٍ بِأَوراقِ العِذارِ وَريقُ
And a full moon rises in the spheres of thought,
A moon amid circles of thoughts, rising
And a bough is lush with the leaves of cheek-down.
A branch with leaves of coyness, delicate
لَئِنif indeed بِتُّI spent the night فيin بَحرٍa sea مِنَof الفِكرِthought سابِحاًswimming
لَئِن بِتُّ في بَحرٍ مِنَ الفِكرِ سابِحاً
فَإِنسانُthen the pupil of عَينيmy eye فيin الدُموعِtears غَريقُdrowned
فَإِنسانُ عَيني في الدُموعِ غَريقُ
If indeed I have spent the night swimming in a sea of thought,
If I swim in a sea of musing,
Then the pupil of my eye is drowned in tears.
The human of my eyes is drowning in tears
Sol 6.1