فُؤادٌa heart كَماas شاءwilled الهَوىpassion يَتَحَرَّقُburns fiercely
فُؤادٌ كَما شاء الهَوى يَتَحَرَّقُ
وَدَمْعٌand tears كَماas شَاءَwilled البُكاweeping يَتَدَفَّقُpour forth
وَدَمْعٌ كَما شَاءَ البُكا يَتَدَفَّقُ
A heart burns fiercely as passion wills,
A heart consumed, as passion decreed, by fire
and tears pour forth as weeping wills.
And tears that flowed, as grief demanded, in floods
وَمَأْسُورَةِand held captive الأَجفانِthe eyelids عَنْfrom سِنَةِthe drowsiness of الكَرىsleep
وَمَأْسُورَةِ الأَجفانِ عَنْ سِنَةِ الكَرى
وَلكِنَّهاand yet it فيin حَلْبَةِthe racecourse of الدَّمْعِtears تُطْلَقُis set free
وَلكِنَّها في حَلْبَةِ الدَّمْعِ تُطْلَقُ
And an eye whose lids are held captive, barred from sleep’s drowsiness,
Yet shackled eyelids from showing their age
yet in the racecourse of tears it is set free.
But in circles of tears they were set free
وَصَبٍّand a lovesick man غَداhas become مِثْلَlike الغَرِيقِthe drowning man كَماas تَرىyou see
وَصَبٍّ غَدا مِثْلَ الغَرِيقِ كَما تَرى
بِماto whatever وَجَدَتْهُfound it كَفُّهُhis hand يَتَعَلَّقُhe clings
بِما وَجَدَتْهُ كَفُّهُ يَتَعَلَّقُ
And a lovesick man has become like one drowning, as you see,
A young man who became, as you see, drowned
clinging to whatever his hand has found.
By what his palms grasped, clinging on
Sol 6.1