جَرَّدَhe unsheathed اللحظَthe glance فكَمْso how many فيin كَبِدِيmy liver
جَرَّدَ اللحظَ فكَمْ في كَبِدِي
وُفُؤَادِيand my heart منهُfrom him جُرْحٌa wound ماnot اندمَلْhas healed
وُفُؤَادِي منهُ جُرْحٌ ما اندمَلْ
He unsheathed his glance—how many a wound in my liver
He drew the moment so how much in my liver
And my heart, from him, has never healed!
And my heart is from it a wound that did not heal
وَجَرَىand flowed دَمعيmy tears دَماًas blood نَصَّdeclared explicitly علىconcerning
وَجَرَى دَمعي دَماً نَصَّ على
أَنّنيthat I مِنamong بَعْضِsome of قَتْلاهُhis slain وَدَلْand gave evidence
أَنّني مِن بَعْضِ قَتْلاهُ وَدَلْ
And my tears flowed as blood, declaring plainly
And my tears flowed blood, testified on
That I am among his slain, and bearing witness.
That I am from some of his murders and showed
وَأَتىand he came يُكْثِرُincreasing عَذْليreproach of me لائمِيmy reproacher
وَأَتى يُكْثِرُ عَذْلي لائمِي
قُلْتُI said دَعْنيleave me سَبَقَhas preceded السَّيْفُthe sword العَذَلْreproach
قُلْتُ دَعْني سَبَقَ السَّيْفُ العَذَلْ
And my reproacher came, heaping blame upon me.
And he came blaming me frequently
I said, “Leave me—the sword has outstripped reproach.”
I said leave me, the sword preceded the blaming
Sol 6.1