يَتيهُhe acts haughtily عِنديin my presence وَأَناand I أَخضَعُI submit
يَتيهُ عِندي وَأَنا أَخضَعُ
إِنif كانَis ذاthis بَختيmy lot فَماthen what أَصنَعُI do
إِن كانَ ذا بَختي فَما أَصنَعُ
He acts haughtily before me, while I submit.
He wanders lost with me though I submit,
If this is my lot, then what am I to do?
If he's my fortune, what am I to do?
ياO عاذِليmy reproacher عَذلُكَyour reproach ليto me ضائِعٌwasted
يا عاذِلي عَذلُكَ لي ضائِعٌ
أَسمَعتَنيyou made me hear وَالحُبُّand love لاnot يَسمَعُlistens
أَسمَعتَني وَالحُبُّ لا يَسمَعُ
O my reproacher, your reproach is wasted on me.
Blamer, your blame is wasted, lost on me,
You have made me hear, but love does not listen.
You've heard me when love's deaf to hearing you.
Sol 6.1