أَعاذِلَتيO my reproacher لاdo not تَعذُليreproach عاشِقاًa lover مِثليlike me
أَعاذِلَتي لا تَعذُلي عاشِقاً مِثلي
وَلَكِنand yet دَعيهِleave him be وَاِعذِريand excuse الحُبَّlove مِنfor أَجليmy sake
وَلَكِن دَعيهِ وَاِعذِري الحُبَّ مِن أَجلي
O my reproacher, do not reproach a lover like me.
My beloved, do not blame a lover like me
But leave him be, and excuse love for my sake.
But let him be, and excuse love for my sake
وَنوحيand mourn عَلىover صَبٍّa lovesick man بَكَتwept عائِداتُهُhis female sickbed visitors
وَنوحي عَلى صَبٍّ بَكَت عائِداتُهُ
صَريعِstruck down by قُدودِslender forms البانِbān trees وَالأَعيُنِand the eyes النُجلِwide
صَريعِ قُدودِ البانِ وَالأَعيُنِ النُجلِ
And mourn a lovesick man whose women visitors wept,
And lament a passion whose returns wept
Laid low by forms like bān trees and by wide eyes.
For the slain heroes and the languid eyes
رَمَينَthey shot فَلَمّاand when أَنemphatic particle أَصَبنَthey struck مَقاتِليmy vital parts
رَمَينَ فَلَمّا أَن أَصَبنَ مَقاتِلي
تَوَلَّينَthey turned away فَاِنضَمَّتand closed up جِراحيmy wounds عَلىaround النَبلِthe arrows
تَوَلَّينَ فَاِنضَمَّت جِراحي عَلى النَبلِ
They shot, and when they struck my vital parts,
They shot their arrows but when they hit their foe
They turned away, and my wounds closed around the arrows.
They fled while my wounds clung to the shafts
Sol 6.1