هَذِهْthis رِسالةُa letter مَحبوبٍof a beloved إَلَيكَto you سَرىtraveled by night
هَذِهْ رِسالةُ مَحبوبٍ إَلَيكَ سَرى
بِهاwith it جَناحٌa wing مِنَof الأَشواقِlongings خَفَّاقُfluttering
بِها جَناحٌ مِنَ الأَشواقِ خَفَّاقُ
This is a beloved’s letter, borne to you by night
This is a message from a lover to you it came
On a fluttering wing of longing.
With it, a wing of longing flapping
كَأَنَّهاas though it مِنfrom سَوادblackness العَينthe eye قَدalready كَتَبَتwas written
كَأَنَّها مِن سَواد العَين قَد كَتَبَت
لِذاكَfor that reason كانَتit was إِلىtoward لُقياكَmeeting you تَشتاقُit longs
لِذاكَ كانَت إِلى لُقياكَ تَشتاقُ
As though it had been written with the blackness of the eye,
As though it were written by the blackness of an eye
That is why it longed to meet you.
For that reason, it longs to meet with you
Sol 6.1