هَذِهِthis مِنديلُhandkerchief كُمّيmy sleeve كُمّيmy sleeve
هَذِهِ مِنديلُ كُمّي كُمّي
خَفِيَتwas hidden عَنfrom كُلِّevery وَهمِimagining
خَفِيَت عَن كُلِّ وَهمِ
This is my sleeve’s handkerchief—my sleeve’s.
This handkerchief I twist and turn
It was hidden from every imagining,
Hidden from all cares and concern
حينَwhen أَعداهاinfected it اِشتِياقيmy longing
حينَ أَعداها اِشتِياقي
لَكَfor you ياO مَنyou whom لاnot أُسَمّيI name
لَكَ يا مَن لا أُسَمّي
when my longing infected it—
When longing for you stirs my yearning
for you, O you whom I do not name.
O you whom I do not name or discern
لاdo not تَسَلنيask me كَيفَhow حاليmy condition
لا تَسَلني كَيفَ حالي
فَهِيَfor it تَحكيrecounts لَكَto you سُقميmy illness
فَهِيَ تَحكي لَكَ سُقمي
Do not ask me how I fare,
Ask me not how I've been faring
for it tells you of my illness.
It speaks to you of my despairing
وَرَدَتarrived أَمواهُwaters دَمعيmy tears
وَرَدَت أَمواهُ دَمعي
وَرَأَتand saw نيرانَfires جِسميmy body
وَرَأَت نيرانَ جِسمي
The waters of my tears arrived,
My tears have flowed in streams
and saw the fires of my body.
And seen the fires within me gleam
Sol 6.1