كلُّevery صَعْبٍhardship علىfor the sake of رِضاكُمْyour pleasure يهونُbecomes easy
كلُّ صَعْبٍ على رِضاكُمْ يهونُ
وَجُنونيand my madness بِمَنْfor the one whom هَوَيتْI have loved فُنونُmany forms
وَجُنوني بِمَنْ هَوَيتْ فُنونُ
Every hardship becomes easy for the sake of your pleasure.
Every hardship is made easy by your pleasure
And my madness for the one I have loved takes many forms.
And my madness for the one I love refines me
يَعْجَبُmarvels الصّبْرُpatience منat تَصَبّرِthe steadfast endurance of قلبيmy heart
يَعْجَبُ الصّبْرُ من تَصَبّرِ قلبي
واحتماليand my bearing ماwhat رَمَقَتهbeheld it العيونُthe eyes
واحتمالي ما رَمَقَته العيونُ
Patience marvels at my heart’s steadfast endurance,
Patience is astonished at my heart's endurance
And at my bearing what eyes have beheld.
And eyes cannot perceive my tolerance
جَلَدِيmy fortitude كَلِفٌenamored بِتَمزيقِof tearing جِلديmy skin
جَلَدِي كَلِفٌ بِتَمزيقِ جِلدي
وَجُفونيand my eyelids لَدىin the presence of السُّيوفِthe swords جُفونُscabbards
وَجُفوني لَدى السُّيوفِ جُفونُ
My fortitude is enamored of tearing my skin,
My own skin is burdened with tearing my skin
And my eyelids, before the swords, are scabbards.
And my eyelids before the swords are eyelids
Sol 6.1