ظالِميmy tormentor فيin كُلِّevery حَالِstate
ظالِمي في كُلِّ حَالِ
عَاشِقٌenamored of هَجْرَforsaking وِصالِيunion with me
عَاشِقٌ هَجْرَ وِصالِي
My tormentor, in every circumstance,
My oppressors in every state
Loves to forsake union with me.
A lover deprived of union
تائِهٌhaughty يَزْدادُhe grows تِيهاًhaughtiness
تائِهٌ يَزْدادُ تِيهاً
عِنْدَat ذُلِّيmy abasement فيin سُؤَالِيmy pleading
عِنْدَ ذُلِّي في سُؤَالِي
Haughty, he grows still haughtier
Wandering, increasingly lost
When I abase myself in pleading.
In my lowliness, in my questioning
أَيُّهاO you السَّائِلُthe one asking عَنِّيabout me
أَيُّها السَّائِلُ عَنِّي
وَهْوَthough he يَدْرِيknows سُوءَwretchedness of حالِيmy state
وَهْوَ يَدْرِي سُوءَ حالِي
O you who ask about me,
O questioner about me
Though he knows my wretched state:
While he knows my wretched state
سَوْفَwill أَسْلوُI cease to pine وَبَعيدٌyet far
سَوْفَ أَسْلوُ وَبَعيدٌ
بَيْنَbetween قَوْلِيmy words وَفِعالِيand my deeds
بَيْنَ قَوْلِي وَفِعالِي
I shall cease to pine—yet wide is the gap
I will ask, though distant
Between my words and my deeds.
Between my words and deeds
Sol 6.1