ماwhat لِلّياليwith the nights رَمَتنيthey shot me
ما لِلّيالي رَمَتني
بِسَهمِهاwith their arrow فيin القَذالِthe back of the head
بِسَهمِها في القَذالِ
What ails the nights, that they shot me
Why have the nights struck me
With their arrow in the back of the head?
With their arrows in my chest
صَفَتgrew clear مَشارِعُwatering places لَهويmy pleasure
صَفَت مَشارِعُ لَهوي
فَشُبنَهاthen they mixed them بِالقَذىwith debris ليfor me
فَشُبنَها بِالقَذى لي
The watering places of my pleasure grew clear,
My streets of revelry are emptied
Then they fouled them with debris for me.
And their youth is gone from me
Sol 6.1