تَرىyou see ماwhat عَلىupon اللاحينَthe reproachers فيin حُبِّكُمlove for you مِنيfrom me
تَرى ما عَلى اللاحينَ في حُبِّكُم مِني
فُؤاديmy heart المُعَنّىtormented وَالقَريحُand wounded بِكُمby you جَفنيmy eyelid
فُؤادي المُعَنّى وَالقَريحُ بِكُم جَفني
What harm, do you think, does my love for you do to those who reproach me?
You see what I have of love for you
My heart is tormented, and my eyelid is wounded by you.
My heart is infatuated, and my inspiration is in you
تَرومونَyou seek مِنّيfrom me سَلوَةًforgetfulness of love لَوif عَرَفتُهاI had known it
تَرومونَ مِنّي سَلوَةً لَو عَرَفتُها
لَمّاwould not بِتُّI spent the night مَسلوبَrobbed of الكَرىslumber دائِمَconstant in الحَزَنِsorrow
لَمّا بِتُّ مَسلوبَ الكَرى دائِمَ الحَزَنِ
You ask me to forget my love; had I known how,
You want me to be calm, if only I knew how
I would not have spent the night robbed of sleep, in endless sorrow.
I would not remain deprived of well-being, always sad
لِكُلِّfor every مُحِبٍّlover فيin الهَوىlove فَنُّan art لَوعَةٍanguish
لِكُلِّ مُحِبٍّ في الهَوى فَنُّ لَوعَةٍ
وَتَركُand abandoning اِستِماعِlistening to العَذلِreproach فيin حُبِّكُمlove for you فَنّيmy art
وَتَركُ اِستِماعِ العَذلِ في حُبِّكُم فَنّي
Every lover has, in love, an art of anguish,
For every lover there is in passion an art of agony
And my art in loving you is refusing to heed reproach.
And leaving off hearing reproach in your love is my art
حَلَّيتُمyou became sweet إِلىto قَلبيmy heart مَذاقاًin taste وَرُقتُمُand you became pleasing
حَلَّيتُم إِلى قَلبي مَذاقاً وَرُقتُمُ
إِلىناظِريto my gaze مَرأىas a sight وَسَمعاًand as a sound إِلىto أُذُنيmy ear
إِلىناظِري مَرأى وَسَمعاً إِلى أُذُني
You are sweet to my heart in taste, and pleasing
You have brought to my heart a savour, and to my eyes
To my gaze in sight, and to my ear in sound.
A vision, and to my ears a hearing
فَيَومso the day الأَمانيwishes يَومَthe day فَوزيmy winning بِقُربِكُمof nearness to you
فَيَوم الأَماني يَومَ فَوزي بِقُربِكُم
وَيَومَand the day المَناياdeaths يَومَthe day إِعراضِكُمyour turning away عَنّيfrom me
وَيَومَ المَنايا يَومَ إِعراضِكُم عَنّي
So the day of wishes is the day I win nearness to you,
The day of hopes is the day I win your nearness
And the day of death is the day you turn away from me.
And the day of rejection is the day you turn from me
إِذاwhen بِتُّI spend the night مَرعوباًterrified أُهَدَّدُI am threatened بِالنَوىwith separation
إِذا بِتُّ مَرعوباً أُهَدَّدُ بِالنَوى
فَأَنتُمthen you إِلىto قَلبيmy heart ألذّmore delightful مِنthan الأَمنِsafety
فَأَنتُم إِلى قَلبي ألذّ مِن الأَمنِ
When I spend the night terrified, threatened with separation,
When I spend the night frightened, threatened with betrayal
Then you are sweeter to my heart than safety.
You are to my heart sweeter than safety
Sol 6.1