إِنif لَمnot أُخالِفI defy زاجِرَthe restraining voice of العَقلِreason
إِن لَم أُخالِف زاجِرَ العَقلِ
عَنfrom صَبوَتيmy passion فيكُمfor you فَواجَهليthen alas for my ignorance
عَن صَبوَتي فيكُم فَواجَهلي
If I do not defy reason's restraining voice
If I do not defy reason's deterrent
Against my passion for you, then alas for my ignorance!
From my youthful folly, then blame me
وَمَتىand if ever عَدَلتُI equate بِحُبِّكُمwith love for you أَحَداًanyone
وَمَتى عَدَلتُ بِحُبِّكُم أَحَداً
فيin الكَونِexistence وَاِعدِليalas for my turning away عَنfrom العَدلِjustice
في الكَونِ وَاِعدِلي عَن العَدلِ
And if ever I love anyone as I love you
And whenever I equate anyone with loving you
In all existence—alas for my turning away from justice!
In the universe, then fault me for justice.
ماnot لعِزُّhonor إِلّاexcept أَنthat أَذَلَّI humble myself لَكُمbefore you
ما لعِزُّ إِلّا أَن أَذَلَّ لَكُم
وَأَرىand I see دَوامَthe permanence of العِزِّhonor فيin الذُلِّabasement
وَأَرى دَوامَ العِزِّ في الذُلِّ
Honor is nothing but my humbling myself before you,
Glory is naught but that I humble myself to you,
And I see enduring honor in abasement.
And I see the permanence of glory in humility.
وَالعَيشُand life إِلّاexcept أَنthat أَموتَI die بِهِthrough it
وَالعَيشُ إِلّا أَن أَموتَ بِهِ
صَبّاًlove-stricken وَأَحياand I live فيهِin it بِالقَتلِthrough being slain
صَبّاً وَأَحيا فيهِ بِالقَتلِ
And life is nothing but my dying through it,
Life is naught but that I die of passion in it,
Love-stricken, and living in it through being slain.
As an impetuous youth, and live in it through slaying.
Sol 6.1