أَلاAh! ياO مُمرِضيyou who sicken me بِالهَجرِthrough abandonment عِدنيvisit me
أَلا يا مُمرِضي بِالهَجرِ عِدني
فَماfor there is no ليfor me غَيرother than قُربِكَyour nearness مِنany عِلاجِcure
فَما لي غَير قُربِكَ مِن عِلاجِ
Ah, you who sicken me with abandonment, visit me;
Oh my healer from the pain of separation, come near me
for I have no cure but your nearness.
For I have no remedy but your nearness
لَحىmay curse اللَهُGod العَواذِلthe reproachers كَيفَhow لامواthey blamed
لَحى اللَهُ العَواذِل كَيفَ لاموا
وَقَدُّكَand your figure أَهيَفٌslender-waisted وَالطَرفُand the gaze ساجيlanguid
وَقَدُّكَ أَهيَفٌ وَالطَرفُ ساجي
May God curse the reproachers! How could they blame me,
May God reproach the blamers, how could they blame
when your figure is slender and your gaze languid?
When your shoulders are slender and your gaze downcast
Sol 6.1