تَشتَهيshe longs for قُربَكَyour closeness الرَبابُal-Rabab وَتخشىand fears
تَشتَهي قُربَكَ الرَبابُ وَتخشى
عَينَthe eye of واشٍa talebearer وَتَتَّقيand guards against أَسماعَهhis ears
عَينَ واشٍ وَتَتَّقي أَسماعَه
Al-Rabab longs for your closeness, yet fears
The lute longs for your nearness, yet fears
a talebearer's eye and guards against his ears.
The prying eye and shelters from his ears.
أَنتَyou مِنin relation to قَلبِهاher heart مَحَلُّthe place of شَرابٍwine
أَنتَ مِن قَلبِها مَحَلُّ شَرابٍ
تَشتَهيshe longs for شُربَهُdrinking it وَتَخشىand fears صُداعَهthe headache it causes
تَشتَهي شُربَهُ وَتَخشى صُداعَه
In her heart, you hold the place of wine:
Within his heart you dwell, a draft of wine
she longs to drink it, yet fears the headache it brings.
Whose taste allures, whose headache he must fear.
Sol 6.1