باتَتshe spent the night تُشَوِّقُنيstirring my longing بِرجعwith the echo of حَنينِهاher yearning cry
باتَت تُشَوِّقُني بِرجع حَنينِها
وَأزيدُهاand I give her more شَوقاlonging بِرَجعwith the echo of حَنينيmy yearning cry
وَأزيدُها شَوقا بِرَجع حَنيني
She spent the night stirring my longing with the echo of her yearning cry.
And I heighten her longing with the echo of my own yearning cry.
نِضوَينtwo emaciated beings مُغتَرِبَينboth far from home بينَamid مهامهٍtrackless deserts
نِضوَين مُغتَرِبَين بينَ مهامهٍ
طوياboth folded الضُّلوعَthe ribs عَلىaround هَوىًlove مَكنونِhidden
طويا الضُّلوعَ عَلى هَوىً مَكنونِ
Two emaciated exiles amid trackless deserts,
Both have folded their ribs around a hidden love.
لَوif سوئِلتْwere asked عَناabout us القِلاصُthe young she-camels لأَخبرتthen they would tell
لَو سوئِلتْ عَنا القِلاصُ لأَخبرت
عَنabout مُستَقَرِّthe dwelling place of صَبابَةِthe ardent longing of المَحزونِthe sorrowful one
عَن مُستَقَرِّ صَبابَةِ المَحزونِ
Were the young she-camels asked about us, they would tell
Where the sorrowful one's ardent longing dwells.
Sol 6.1