أَياO مَنone who جاءَنيcame to me مِنهُfrom him
أَيا مَن جاءَني مِنهُ
كِتابٌa letter يَشتَكيcomplains of الوَصَباillness
كِتابٌ يَشتَكي الوَصَبا
O you from whom there came to me
O you who came to me with
A letter complaining of illness,
A letter complaining of heartache
بَعيدٌfar away عَنكَfrom you ماتَشكوwhat you complain of
بَعيدٌ عَنكَ ماتَشكو
وَبِالواشينَand upon the slanderers وَالرُقُباand the watchers
وَبِالواشينَ وَالرُقُبا
May what you suffer be far from you,
Far from you what you complain about
And fall upon the slanderers and watchers.
And by the slanderers and talebearers
لَقَدindeed ضاعَفتَyou doubled ياروحيO my soul
لَقَد ضاعَفتَ ياروحي
لِروحيfor my soul الهَمَّgrief وَالنَصَباand weariness
لِروحي الهَمَّ وَالنَصَبا
You have indeed doubled, O my soul,
You have redoubled, O my soul
My soul’s grief and weariness.
For my soul distress and affliction
وَقُلتُand I said لَعَلَّهُperhaps it is أَلَمٌa pain
وَقُلتُ لَعَلَّهُ أَلَمٌ
يَكونُis لَهُfor it الهَوىlove سَبَباa cause
يَكونُ لَهُ الهَوى سَبَبا
And I said: perhaps it is a pain
And I said perhaps it is pain
For which love is the cause.
That love is the cause of
وَرُحتُand I began أَظُنُّهُI think it قَولاًa statement
وَرُحتُ أَظُنُّهُ قَولاً
يُكاذِبُنيhe lies to me بِهِwith it لَعِباin jest
يُكاذِبُني بِهِ لَعِبا
And I began to think it a statement
And I went thinking it is words
With which he lies to me in jest.
That are deceiving me playfully
فَلَيتَso would that اللَهُGod يَجعَلُهُHe makes it
فَلَيتَ اللَهُ يَجعَلُهُ
وَحاشاand far be it from سَيِّديmy master كَذِباa lie
وَحاشا سَيِّدي كَذِبا
So would that God make it
If only God would make it
—far be it from my master—a lie.
Far from it, my master, lies
Sol 6.1