سيديmy master أنتَyou لمnot أقلI said سَيديmy master أنfirst part of ‘you’
سيدي أنتَ لم أقل سَيدي أن
تَcompletion of ‘you’ لِخلقٍto any being سِواكَother than you والصَّبُّand the lovesick lover عَبدُa slave
تَ لِخلقٍ سِواكَ والصَّبُّ عَبدُ
You are my master; I have never said, “You are my master,”
My lord, I did not say, my lord, that
to any being but you; the lovesick lover is a slave.
I belong to any creation but you, and passion is a slave
خُذtake فُؤاديmy heart فقدfor indeed أتاكَit has come to you بودٍّwith love
خُذ فُؤادي فقد أتاكَ بودٍّ
هوit بكرٌa virgin ماnot افتضَّهُdeflowered it قَطever وَجدُpassion
هو بكرٌ ما افتضَّهُ قَط وَجدُ
Take my heart, for it has come to you with love.
Take my heart for it has come to you with love
It is a virgin; no passion has ever deflowered it.
It is a virgin, it has never opened itself to ecstasy before
كَبدٌa liver رطبةٌmoist يفتِّتهاcrumbles it الوَجfirst part of ‘the passion’
كَبدٌ رطبةٌ يفتِّتها الوَج
دُcompletion of ‘passion’ وخدٌّand a cheek فيهِin it منfrom الدمعِthe tears خَدُّa furrow
دُ وخدٌّ فيهِ من الدمعِ خَدُّ
A moist liver that passion crumbles,
A moist liver that longing disintegrates
and a cheek where tears have carved a furrow.
And a cheek on which tears have made a stain
Sol 6.1