كثرتhas grown صبوتيmy longing وقلand has dwindled رجائيmy hope
كثرت صبوتي وقل رجائي
منfrom حبيبa beloved دانٍnear إلىto القلبthe heart نائيfar away
من حبيب دانٍ إلى القلب نائي
My longing has grown, and my hope has dwindled,
My hopes are few, though my sighs are plenty,
From a beloved near to the heart, yet far away.
From a beloved so distant and aloof from my heart.
بدرa full moon تمcomplete حوىencompassed بديعwondrous معانqualities
بدر تم حوى بديع معان
كلevery معنىquality يفوقsurpasses بدرthe full moon السماءof the sky
كل معنى يفوق بدر السماء
A perfect full moon encompassing wondrous qualities,
The full moon harbored exquisite meanings,
Each quality surpassing the moon in the sky.
Each meaning transcends the moon in the sky.
ياO شفائيmy cure منfor كلevery داءٍillness عضالincurable
يا شفائي من كل داءٍ عضال
ومنائيand my desire وأينand where منيfrom me منائيmy desire
ومنائي وأين مني منائي
O my cure for every incurable illness,
O my remedy for every incurable illness,
And my desire—yet how far from me is my desire!
My refuge, where is my refuge from me?
منكfrom you وجديmy yearning وزفرتيand my sigh وغليليand my burning thirst
منك وجدي وزفرتي وغليلي
وغراميand my passionate love وراحتيand my comfort وعنائيand my suffering
وغرامي وراحتي وعنائي
From you come my yearning, my sigh, and my burning thirst,
From you came my joy and my sighs, my anguish,
And my passionate love, my comfort, and my suffering,
My passion, my comfort, my tribulation.
وخشوعيand my reverence وخشيتيand my fear وخضوعيand my submission
وخشوعي وخشيتي وخضوعي
وسقاميand my sickness وصحتيand my health وضنائيand my wasting illness
وسقامي وصحتي وضنائي
And my reverence, my fear, and my submission,
My humility, my fear, my submission,
And my sickness, my health, and my wasting illness.
My sickness, my health, my languishing.
منwho عذيريmy defender ياللهوىO love! منagainst ظلومa cruel one
من عذيري ياللهوى من ظلوم
منهfrom him دائيmy sickness وفيand in يديهhis hands دوائيmy cure
منه دائي وفي يديه دوائي
Who will defend me, O love, against a cruel one,
My excuse - O love! - for the unjust one,
From whom comes my sickness, and in whose hands lies my cure?
My sickness from him, and in his hands, my remedy.
إنif يكنthere is فيin الغرامpassionate love بأسharm لمغرىًfor one infatuated
إن يكن في الغرام بأس لمغرىً
فغراميthen my passionate love بخاتمfor the Seal of الأنبياءthe Prophets
فغرامي بخاتم الأنبياء
If there is harm in passionate love for one infatuated,
If there is harm in passion for the impassioned one,
Then my love is for the Seal of the Prophets.
Then my passion is for the Seal of the Prophets.
Sol 6.1