إنْif كانis مَنزِلَتيmy standing فيin الحبّlove عندكُمُwith you
إنْ كان مَنزِلَتي في الحبّ عندكُمُ
ماwhat قدindeed رأيتُI have seen فقدthen indeed ضيّعْتُI squandered أيّاميmy days
ما قد رأيتُ فقد ضيّعْتُ أيّامي
If my standing in love with you
If my status in love to you is
Is what I have seen, then I have squandered my days.
What I have seen, then I have wasted my days
أُمْنِيّةa wish ظفِرَتْattained روحيmy soul بهاwith it زَمَناًfor a time
أُمْنِيّة ظفِرَتْ روحي بها زَمَناً
واليومَand today أحسَبُهاI deem it أضغاثَtangles أحلامdreams
واليومَ أحسَبُها أضغاثَ أحلام
A wish my soul attained for a time,
A wish my soul attained for a time
And today I deem it a tangle of dreams.
And today I count it confused dreams
وإنand if يكُنْis فرطُexcess وجديmy passion فيin مَحَبّتِكُمُlove for you
وإن يكُنْ فرطُ وجدي في مَحَبّتِكُمُ
إثْماًa sin فقدthen indeed كَثُرَتْhave multiplied فيin الحبّlove آثاميmy sins
إثْماً فقد كَثُرَتْ في الحبّ آثامي
And if my excessive passion in loving you
If my overflowing passion for your love
Is a sin, then my sins in love have multiplied.
Is a sin, then many are my sins in love
ولوand if علِمْتُI had known بأَنّthat الحُبّlove آخِرُهُits end
ولو علِمْتُ بأَنّ الحُبّ آخِرُهُ
هذاthis الحِمَامُdeath لَمَاwould not have خالَفتُI defied لُوّاميmy reproachers
هذا الحِمَامُ لَمَا خالَفتُ لُوّامي
And had I known that love's end would be
Had I known love would end this way
This death, I would not have defied my reproachers.
I would not have opposed my blamer
أَودَعْتُI entrusted قلبيmy heart إلىto مَنone who ليسdoes not يحفظُهguard it
أَودَعْتُ قلبي إلى مَن ليس يحفظُه
أبصرْتُI looked خلفيbehind me وماand did not طالعتُI looked at قدَّاميahead of me
أبصرْتُ خلفي وما طالعتُ قدَّامي
I entrusted my heart to one who does not guard it;
I entrusted my heart to one who cannot keep it
I looked behind me and did not look ahead.
I saw behind me and not ahead
لقدindeed رَمَانيhe shot me بسهمِwith an arrow منfrom لواحِظِهِhis sidelong glances
لقد رَمَاني بسهمِ من لواحِظِهِ
أصْمىkilled outright فؤاديmy heart فواso, oh! شوقيmy longing إلىtoward الراميthe archer
أصْمى فؤادي فوا شوقي إلى الرامي
He has indeed shot me with an arrow from his sidelong glances;
He hit me with an arrow from his glances
It struck my heart dead—oh, my longing for the archer!
Deafening my heart, oh my craving for the archer
Sol 6.1