وَيْحَalas for رُوحيmy soul أَظُنُّهاI think it is فيin السِّياقِthe death throes
وَيْحَ رُوحي أَظُنُّها في السِّياقِ
عِنْدَat وَقْتِthe time of الفِراقِparting يَوْمَon the day of الفِراقِparting
عِنْدَ وَقْتِ الفِراقِ يَوْمَ الفِراقِ
Alas for my soul! I think it is in its death throes,
Alas, my soul - I think it's lost
At the hour of parting, on the day of parting.
On that sad day we parted ways.
فَاطْلُبوهاso seek it بِحَيْثُat the place where كُنَّاwe had اعْتَنَقْناembraced each other
فَاطْلُبوها بِحَيْثُ كُنَّا اعْتَنَقْنا
هَلَكَتْit perished عِنْدَduring شُغْلِناour absorption بِالعِناقِin embracing
هَلَكَتْ عِنْدَ شُغْلِنا بِالعِناقِ
So seek it where we had embraced;
Search for it where we last embraced -
It perished while we were absorbed in embracing.
It died when we were in love's embrace.
Sol 6.1