أَماis there no لِلَيلِfor the night of المُستَهامthe lovesick one إِشراقdawn
أَما لِلَيلِ المُستَهام إِشراق
أَمor هَكَذاlike this يَطولُgrows long لَيلُnight of العشّاقthe lovers
أَم هَكَذا يَطولُ لَيلُ العشّاق
Is there no dawn for the lovesick one's night?
Does this endless night of lovers have a dawn?
Or does the lovers' night stretch on like this?
Or is this how long the night of the enamored endures?
كَمhow many لَوعةٍa pang of longing لاnot تَنقضيcomes to an end وأَشواقand yearnings
كَم لَوعةٍ لا تَنقضي وأَشواق
تَزيدُincrease قَلبيmy heart فيin الغَرامpassionate love إقلاقunrest
تَزيدُ قَلبي في الغَرام إقلاق
How many unending pangs and yearnings
How much anguish that does not dissipate, and yearnings
Heighten my heart's unrest in love!
That increase the restlessness in my enamored heart,
جسمٌa body عليلٌailing وفؤادٌand a heart خفّاقfluttering
جسمٌ عليلٌ وفؤادٌ خفّاق
ومدمعٌand tears علىupon الخدودِthe cheeks رَقراقglistening
ومدمعٌ على الخدودِ رَقراق
An ailing body and a fluttering heart,
A frail body, and a fluttering heart,
And tears glistening upon the cheeks.
And tears flowing down my cheeks,
فيat كُلِّevery حينٍmoment غَرقٌdrowning وإحراقand burning
في كُلِّ حينٍ غَرقٌ وإحراق
منfrom طَرفيَmy eye الباكيweeping وقَلبيand my heart المشتاقyearning
من طَرفيَ الباكي وقَلبي المشتاق
At every moment, drowning and burning,
Each moment is drowning and burning
From my weeping eye and my yearning heart.
From my crying eyes and my longing heart.
إِنَّindeed الهوىlove ماnot زالَceased نائيfar-off الأعماقthe depths
إِنَّ الهوى ما زالَ نائي الأعماق
يَقصرُfalls short عنهof it سابقٌa forerunner ولحّاقand a pursuer
يَقصرُ عنه سابقٌ ولحّاق
Indeed, love's depths have always been beyond reach;
Indeed, passion still haunts the depths
Forerunner and pursuer alike fall short of it.
Too deep for any pursuer or aspirer,
ماذاwhat علىupon مَنthe one who شاقَنيmade me yearn وماyet did not اِشتاقyearn
ماذا على مَن شاقَني وما اِشتاق
لَوif لَمdid not يَضنَّbe sparing بالخَيالwith the phantom الطراقvisiting by night
لَو لَم يَضنَّ بالخَيال الطراق
What would it cost the one who made me yearn, yet did not yearn,
What is the plight of one who torments me and one I yearn for
If he did not withhold his night-visiting phantom?
If imagination did not deceive with delusion?
اللَهُGod ليfor me منagainst ذيone possessed of ملالٍweariness مَذّاقinsincere in affection
اللَهُ لي من ذي ملالٍ مَذّاق
أَصفيتُهI sincerely gave him الودَّaffection بِقَلبٍwith a heart مَلّاقingratiating
أَصفيتُه الودَّ بِقَلبٍ مَلّاق
God help me against one prone to weariness and insincere in love!
May God grant me a taste from one gentle
I gave him pure affection with a heart that sought his favor.
I purified my love for him with a willing heart
إِنَّindeed موداتِaffections of القلوبthe hearts أَرزاقallotted gifts
إِنَّ موداتِ القلوب أَرزاق
Indeed, hearts' affections are allotted gifts.
Indeed, the affection of hearts is sustenance.
Sol 6.1