ياO منyou who بهthrough him رقّgrew tender شعريmy poetry
يا من به رقّ شعري
وراقand grew pleasing بالنعتthrough praise وصفهhis portrayal
وراق بالنعت وصفه
O you through whom my poetry grew tender,
O you whose delicacy my poetry praises
And whose portrayal grew pleasing through praise.
And whose description my words elegantly portray
قدindeed مزّقtore apart النشرthe unfolding شاشيmy gauze headcloth
قد مزّق النشر شاشي
والقصدand the aim شيءsomething الفهI wrap it
والقصد شيء الفه
Unfolding has torn apart my gauze headcloth,
The recital has torn my heart to shreds
And what I seek is something I can wrap.
Yet the intent remains obscure and vague
Sol 6.1