يَاO رَبَّةَmistress of المُقَلِthe eyes المِرَاضlanguishing فُتُورُهاtheir languor
يَا رَبَّةَ المُقَلِ المِرَاض فُتُورُها
أعدَىmore harmful عَلَيَّto me مِنَthan الحِمامِdeath القَاطِعِlife-severing
أعدَى عَلَيَّ مِنَ الحِمامِ القَاطِعِ
O mistress of languishing eyes, their languor
Is deadlier to me than death that cuts life short.
كَمْhow many a لَيلَةٍnight لَيْلاءَpitch-dark لَوif أُعطَىI were granted المُنَىwishes
كَمْ لَيلَةٍ لَيْلاءَ لَو أُعطَى المُنَى
فِيهَاwithin it تَجَلَّتْcleared عَنto reveal سَنَاكِyour radiance السَّاطِعِdazzling
فِيهَا تَجَلَّتْ عَن سَنَاكِ السَّاطِعِ
How many a pitch-dark night—were I granted my wishes
Within it—would clear to reveal your dazzling radiance!
لَوْif كُنْتyou were مُنْصِفَةًfair لَمَاwould not have جَازَيْتِنِيyou repaid me
لَوْ كُنْت مُنْصِفَةً لَمَا جَازَيْتِنِي
وأنَاwhile I am المُطيعُobedient جَزاءthe recompense of غَيْرone who is not الطَّائِعِobedient
وأنَا المُطيعُ جَزاء غَيْر الطَّائِعِ
Had you been fair, you would not have treated me,
Obedient as I am, as one who disobeys.
قَلْبِيmy heart لَدَيْكwith you وفِيand in يَديْكyour hands فإِنso if يَضعْit is lost
قَلْبِي لَدَيْك وفِي يَديْك فإِن يَضعْ
فَعَلَيْكِthen against you أرْجعُI shall seek redress بالْفُؤَادِfor the heart الضّائِعِlost
فَعَلَيْكِ أرْجعُ بالْفُؤَادِ الضّائِعِ
My heart is with you and in your hands; if it is lost,
Then I shall hold you answerable for the lost heart.
Sol 6.1