إِلَىto اللهِGod أشكُوI complain مُضمَرَاتٍhidden feelings مِنَof الهَوَىlove
إِلَى اللهِ أشكُو مُضمَرَاتٍ مِنَ الهَوَى
طَواهُنَّfolded them away طُولُlength النَّأىِseparation طَىَّlike the folding of الصَّحائِفِthe pages
طَواهُنَّ طُولُ النَّأىِ طَىَّ الصَّحائِفِ
To God I complain of hidden feelings of love,
To God I complain of the yearnings of desire,
which long separation has folded away as pages are folded.
Hidden long remoteness has veiled in leaves.
أُقامَremained بِنَحوِin the vicinity of الماءthe water قَلبِىmy heart وباعَدَتand carried far away
أُقامَ بِنَحوِ الماء قَلبِى وباعَدَت
بِسائِرِwith the rest of جُثمانِىmy body قِلاصُyoung she-camels العَلائِفِthe fodder-fed ones
بِسائِرِ جُثمانِى قِلاصُ العَلائِفِ
My heart stayed by the water, while far away was borne
My heart is left by the water, the rest of my body
the rest of my body by the fodder-fed young she-camels.
Is borne far away on the saddle of separation.
Sol 6.1