لِكُلِّfor every فُؤَادٍheart مِنof هَوَاكَlove for you نَصِيبُa share
لِكُلِّ فُؤَادٍ مِن هَوَاكَ نَصِيبُ
فَأَنتfor you إلىto كُلِّall القُلُوبِthe hearts حَبِيبُbeloved
فَأَنت إلى كُلِّ القُلُوبِ حَبِيبُ
Every heart has its share of love for you;
Each heart has a share of love for you,
For you are beloved to every heart.
So to all hearts, you are the beloved.
تَوَارَدَتِflocked العُشَّاقُthe lovers فِيكَto you فَكُلُهُمْand each of them
تَوَارَدَتِ العُشَّاقُ فِيكَ فَكُلُهُمْ
بِكلِّكَby your whole being مَسْلُوبُrobbed of الفُؤَادِthe heart كَئِيبُsorrowful
بِكلِّكَ مَسْلُوبُ الفُؤَادِ كَئِيبُ
Lovers have flocked to you, and each of them
The lovers flock to you, and all of them
Is robbed of his heart by your whole being, and is sorrowful.
Are enamored with you, their hearts captive and woeful.
وَلكنّنيand yet I فُقْتُsurpassed الجَميعَeveryone صَبَابَةًin yearning
وَلكنّني فُقْتُ الجَميعَ صَبَابَةً
فَلَمْso did not يَكُexist ليfor me فيamong العَاشقينَthe lovers ضَرِيبُan equal
فَلَمْ يَكُ لي في العَاشقينَ ضَرِيبُ
But I surpassed them all in yearning,
But I surpassed them all in passion,
So I had no equal among lovers.
So I had no rival among the lovers.
وَمَاand not حَدَّثَتْنيspoke to me النَّفْسُthe soul عنكَfrom you بِسَلْوَةٍof forgetting
وَمَا حَدَّثَتْني النَّفْسُ عنكَ بِسَلْوَةٍ
كَأَنَّas though الهَوَىlove مِنّيfrom within me عَلَيَّover me رَقِيبُa watchman
كَأَنَّ الهَوَى مِنّي عَلَيَّ رَقِيبُ
And my soul has never spoken to me of forgetting you,
My soul did not speak to me gently of you,
As though love within me were a watchman over me.
As if passion itself kept watch over me.
تُمثلِّكَpictures you الذِّكْرَىremembrance لِقَلْبيto my heart وَنَاظِرِيand my eye
تُمثلِّكَ الذِّكْرَى لِقَلْبي وَنَاظِرِي
فأَغْدُوso I become وَكُلِّيand all of me أَعْيُنٌeyes وَقُلُوبُand hearts
فأَغْدُو وَكُلِّي أَعْيُنٌ وَقُلُوبُ
Remembrance conjures you before my heart and my eye,
Remembrance portrays you to my heart and eyes,
So I become all eyes and hearts.
So I rise with eyes and hearts fixed on you.
غَداbecame السَّلْمُpeace مابَيْنَbetween الغَرَامِpassion ومُهجْتيand my soul
غَدا السَّلْمُ مابَيْنَ الغَرَامِ ومُهجْتي
وَبَيْنَand between جُفُونيmy eyelids والمَنامِand sleep حُرُوبُwars
وَبَيْنَ جُفُوني والمَنامِ حُرُوبُ
The peace between passion and my soul,
Peace has come between love and my madness,
And between my eyelids and sleep, has turned to war.
And between my eyelids and sleep, there is war.
Sol 6.1