أَياO حَياتيmy life طوبىbliss لِمَنto whoever يَرِدُكreaches you
أَيا حَياتي طوبى لِمَن يَرِدُك
حَماكِkept you عَنّيfrom me العِداthe foes فَماso not أَجِدُكI find you
حَماكِ عَنّي العِدا فَما أَجِدُك
O my life, blessed is whoever reaches you.
Oh my life, blessed is he who finds you
The foes have kept you from me, so I cannot find you.
Your jealousy has hidden you from me, yet I cannot find you
قَدُّكِyour figure غُصنٌa branch لاno شَكَّdoubt فيهِabout it كَماjust as
قَدُّكِ غُصنٌ لا شَكَّ فيهِ كَما
وَجهُكِyour face شَمسٌa sun نَهارُهاits day جَسَدُكyour body
وَجهُكِ شَمسٌ نَهارُها جَسَدُك
Your figure is a branch, without a doubt, just as
Your stature is a branch, no doubt, just as
Your face is a sun whose day is your body.
Your face is a sun whose light is your body
Sol 6.1