مَولايَmy lord ماقَصُرَتhave not grown shorter شُهورُmonths زَمانِناour time
مَولايَ ماقَصُرَت شُهورُ زَمانِنا
لَكِنَّهاbut they حُبّاًout of love إِلَيكَtoward you تَسيرُjourney
لَكِنَّها حُبّاً إِلَيكَ تَسيرُ
My lord, the months of our time have not grown short;
My lord, the months of our time have not grown shorter;
rather, out of love for you, they journey on.
but out of love they journey toward you.
تَتَسابَقُrace one another الأَيّامُthe days نَحوَكَtoward you سُرَّعاًswiftly
تَتَسابَقُ الأَيّامُ نَحوَكَ سُرَّعاً
وَتَكادُand they almost مِنout of شَوقٍlonging إِلَيكَfor you تَطيرُfly
وَتَكادُ مِن شَوقٍ إِلَيكَ تَطيرُ
The days race one another toward you at full speed,
The days race swiftly toward you,
and for longing for you, they nearly take wing.
and, out of longing for you, they almost fly.
Sol 6.1