ثناءpraise فحنّso it moaned الجذعُthe tree trunk شوقاًwith longing فكيفَso how لاnot
ثناء فحنّ الجذعُ شوقاً فكيفَ لا
يَحِنُّyearns لهfor him قَلبِيmy heart وَتَنهَلُّand streams with tears مُقلَتِيmy eye
يَحِنُّ له قَلبِي وَتَنهَلُّ مُقلَتِي
Praise—and the tree trunk moaned with longing; how, then, could
Her praise made his slender frame bend in yearning—how could
my heart not yearn for him, and my eye not stream with tears?
My heart not bend toward her? How could my tears not flow?
Sol 6.1