بَعُدَتْhas grown distant دارهُمْtheir home ووجديand my longing قريبُnear
بَعُدَتْ دارهُمْ ووجدي قريبُ
والجوىand love's anguish مَوطِنيmy homeland وَصَبريand my patience غَريبُa stranger
والجوى مَوطِني وَصَبري غَريبُ
Their home has grown distant, yet my longing is near.
Their homes are far away, yet my torment is near,
And love's anguish is my homeland, and my patience is a stranger.
And my passion is my home, though patience is a stranger here.
أَيُّwhat شيءٍthing يَكونcould be أَفجعَmore heartbreaking عنديto me
أَيُّ شيءٍ يَكون أَفجعَ عندي
منthan مُحِبٍّa lover قَدalready بانَdeparted عَنهfrom him الحَبيبُthe beloved
من مُحِبٍّ قَد بانَ عَنه الحَبيبُ
What could be more heartbreaking to me
What is there that hurts me more
than a lover whose beloved has departed from him?
Than a lover from whom the beloved has grown apart?
قَدindeed تَساوَتْhave become alike بالسقمin sickness منَّاamong us عيونٌeyes
قَد تَساوَتْ بالسقم منَّا عيونٌ
حينَwhen بانَتْwere parted بالبَيْنِby separation منَّاamong us قلوبُhearts
حينَ بانَتْ بالبَيْنِ منَّا قلوبُ
Our eyes have become alike in sickness,
Our eyes are equally sick with yearning
when our hearts were parted by separation.
Since our hearts have been sundered by separation.
Sol 6.1