كيفَhow أقرحتَyou made sore بالدموعِwith tears جُفونيmy eyelids
كيفَ أقرحتَ بالدموعِ جُفوني
ياO بَديعَwondrous الجَمالِbeauty ملءَfilling العيونِthe eyes
يا بَديعَ الجَمالِ ملءَ العيونِ
How you have made my eyelids sore with tears,
How you have ulcerated my eyelids with tears
O wondrously beautiful one, filling the eyes!
O paragon of beauty, filling the eyes
وكَسوتَand you clothed السقامَsickness صباa lovesick lover كَئيباًsorrowful
وكَسوتَ السقامَ صبا كَئيباً
قلبهُhis heart بينَbetween زفرةٍa sigh وأنينِand a moan
قلبهُ بينَ زفرةٍ وأنينِ
And you clothed a sorrowful lover in sickness,
And clothed the sickly youth in gloomy attire
His heart between a sigh and a moan.
His heart between sigh and moan
ماnot يذوقُhe tastes المنامَsleep منbecause of حسراتٍsorrows
ما يذوقُ المنامَ من حسراتٍ
جمعتhave brought together بينbetween روحهِhis soul والمنونِand death
جمعت بين روحهِ والمنونِ
He tastes no sleep because of sorrows
He cannot taste sleep from the regrets
That have brought his soul and death together.
That gathered his soul and death
لمnot يجِدhe found مُسعداًa comforter فيَشكوso he could complain إِليهto him
لم يجِد مُسعداً فيَشكو إِليه
ماwhat يلاقيhe suffers وَمنand who لهfor him بِحزينِone who grieves
ما يلاقي وَمن له بِحزينِ
He found no comforter to whom he could complain
He found none to confide his woes
Of what he suffers—and who will share his grief?
What he endures, and none to sympathize
Sol 6.1