ياO صَبْوَamorous youth حُبِّكَlove of you فيwithin الأَحْشَاءِthe entrails قّدْindeed قَدَحَاstruck a spark
يا صَبْوَ حُبِّكَ في الأَحْشَاءِ قّدْ قَدَحَا
وحَلَّand it settled مُسْتَوْطِناًmaking its home فِيْهاwithin them فَمَاand never بَرِحَاdeparted
وحَلَّ مُسْتَوْطِناً فِيْها فَمَا بَرِحَا
O amorous youth, love of you has struck a spark within my entrails,
O morning breeze, your love has kindled a fire in my heart
And settled there, making its home, and never left.
And taken up residence there, never to depart
أَشْكُوI complain إِلَيْكَto you جُفُوناًeyelids ماnever يَجِفُّdries لَهَاfor them
أَشْكُو إِلَيْكَ جُفُوناً ما يَجِفُّ لَهَا
غَرْبٌa stream of tears يَسِيْحُflows وماand (beginning of a split word) قِيْهِنَّtheir inner eye-corners (split-word continuation) قَدْalready قَرِحَاhave grown sore
غَرْبٌ يَسِيْحُ وما قِيْهِنَّ قَدْ قَرِحَا
I complain to you of eyelids whose tears never dry—
I complain to you of eyelids that never close
A flowing stream—and whose inner corners have grown sore;
Afflicted by insomnia, their soreness grows
وهَيْكَلاًand a bodily frame ناحِلاًemaciated أَوْدَىbrought ruin السَّقامُsickness بِهِupon it
وهَيْكَلاً ناحِلاً أَوْدَى السَّقامُ بِهِ
فَلَمْso it did not يَدَعْleave مِنْهُof it إلاَّexcept الرْسْمَthe outline والشَّحَاand the mouth or gape
فَلَمْ يَدَعْ مِنْهُ إلاَّ الرْسْمَ والشَّحَا
And of an emaciated frame that sickness has laid waste,
And a frail, emaciated body, made ill by disease
Leaving nothing of it but its outline and mouth.
Leaving nothing of it but shadow and want
فلوso if يَكُونُit were بإحدىin one of كِفَّتَيْنِtwo scale-pans وَلاَand no
فلو يَكُونُ بإحدى كِفَّتَيْنِ وَلاَ
شيْءَthing يُوَزِيْهِcounterbalances it فيin الأُخرىthe other لَمَاit would not رَجَحَاtip the balance
شيْءَ يُوَزِيْهِ في الأُخرى لَمَا رَجَحَا
Were it in one of two scale-pans, with no
If one of my hands held nothing
Counterweight in the other, it would not tip the balance.
And the other no counterweight, they would not sway
Sol 6.1