قاتِلfight بِغَيرِwithout سِلاحِthe weapon of الهَجرِestrangement إِنَّindeed لَهُit has
قاتِل بِغَيرِ سِلاحِ الهَجرِ إِنَّ لَهُ
ضَرباًa blow تَسيلُflow دُموعيmy tears مِنهُfrom it وَهيَand they are دَمُblood
ضَرباً تَسيلُ دُموعي مِنهُ وَهيَ دَمُ
Fight without the weapon of estrangement, for it deals
My killer without a weapon of estrangement, for it has
a blow that makes my tears flow, and they are blood.
A blow that makes my tears flow, and they are blood
كَتَمتُI concealed ماwhat بِيَwithin me فيon وَجهيmy face دَلائِلُهُits signs
كَتَمتُ ما بِيَ في وَجهي دَلائِلُهُ
وَالهَمُّand sorrow نارٌfire فَقُلso tell ليto me كَيفَhow يَنكَتِمُit is concealed
وَالهَمُّ نارٌ فَقُل لي كَيفَ يَنكَتِمُ
I concealed what ails me; its signs are on my face.
I hid what was inside me, its signs on my face
And sorrow is fire—so tell me, how can it be concealed?
And grief is fire, so tell me how can it be concealed
Sol 6.1