أَيُّهاO الفَاضِلُthe virtuous one الأَدِيبُthe man of letters يَمِيناًan oath
أَيُّها الفَاضِلُ الأَدِيبُ يَمِيناً
لَمْnot يَكُنْwas فيin مَوَدَّتيmy affection مَاanything that يُرِيبُarouses suspicion
لَمْ يَكُنْ في مَوَدَّتي مَا يُرِيبُ
O virtuous man of letters, upon my oath,
O virtuous man of letters, I swear:
There was nothing in my affection to arouse suspicion.
There was nothing in my affection to arouse suspicion.
لاdo not تُصَدِّقْbelieve فيَّabout me العَدُوَّthe enemy فَمنfor whoever دُونَbeneath
لا تُصَدِّقْ فيَّ العَدُوَّ فَمن دُونَ
كَyou عِنْدِيto me وَلَمْand did not أُبَالِغْI exaggerate حَبِيبُbeloved
كَ عِنْدِي وَلَمْ أُبَالِغْ حَبِيبُ
Do not believe the enemy about me—for even one beneath
Do not believe the enemy about me, for whoever is beneath
You is dear to me, and I do not exaggerate.
you is dear to me—and I am not exaggerating.
Sol 6.1