لَوَif أنَّthat الْهَوَىlove أَعْطَىgave فُؤَادِيmy heart حَقَّهits due
لَوَ أنَّ الْهَوَى أَعْطَى فُؤَادِي حَقَّه
لَمَاwould not كَانَwas لِيfor me دُونَapart from العِبَادِmortals فُؤَادُa heart
لَمَا كَانَ لِي دُونَ العِبَادِ فُؤَادُ
Had love given my heart its due,
If passion had given my heart its due
I would have had no heart apart from other mortals.
My heart would be unlike all other hearts
وَلَكِنْbut وِدَادٌaffection لِلْحَبِيبِfor the beloved مَحَضْتُهُI gave it wholeheartedly
وَلَكِنْ وِدَادٌ لِلْحَبِيبِ مَحَضْتُهُ
هُوَit الحُبُّlove لَكِنِّيbut I أَقُولُI say وِدَادُaffection
هُوَ الحُبُّ لَكِنِّي أَقُولُ وِدَادُ
But the affection I gave wholeheartedly to the beloved
But a pure love for the beloved I profess
Is love, though I call it affection.
It is love, though I say it is fervor
لِيfor me الْعُذْرُthe excuse إِنْif أَسُكُنْI remain still عَلَىdespite أَنَّthe fact that مُهْجَتِيmy soul
لِي الْعُذْرُ إِنْ أَسُكُنْ عَلَى أَنَّ مُهْجَتِي
بِهَاin it أَلَمٌpain وَالحَادِثَاتُand calamities عَدَادُrecurring
بِهَا أَلَمٌ وَالحَادِثَاتُ عَدَادُ
I have an excuse if I remain still, although my soul
I have an excuse if I dwell on my pain
Is in pain, and calamities recur.
In it is agony and countless woes
يُكَادُalmost يَبِينُreveals الْحُزْنُsorrow ظِلِّيmy shadow إِذَاwhen سَرَىmoved by night
يُكَادُ يَبِينُ الْحُزْنُ ظِلِّي إِذَا سَرَى
وَفِيand in الْوَجْهِthe face بِشْرٌgladness إِذْwhen تَلُوحُappears سَعَادُSuad
وَفِي الْوَجْهِ بِشْرٌ إِذْ تَلُوحُ سَعَادُ
My shadow almost reveals sorrow as it moves by night,
Grief makes my shadow look almost real
And there is gladness in my face when Suad appears.
When on my face a fleeting joy shows
Sol 6.1