مُتعَبٌweary قلبيmy heart فأَرخيso lower الهُدُباthe eyelashes
مُتعَبٌ قلبي فأَرخي الهُدُبا
علَّهاperhaps they تنسيmake forget حشايَmy innermost heart التَّعَباthe weariness
علَّها تنسي حشايَ التَّعَبا
My heart is weary, so lower your lashes.
My heart is weary, so I let down the worries,
Perhaps they will make my heart forget its weariness.
Perhaps they would make me forget the toil of distress,
هدَّتِcrushed الخيباتُthe disappointments عزفيmy playing زمنًاfor a time
هدَّتِ الخيباتُ عزفي زمنًا
فغداso it became ينزفُbleeds حزنيmy sorrow طرباrapture
فغدا ينزفُ حزني طربا
Disappointments crushed my music for a time,
Disappointments have long troubled my chords,
so my sorrow came to bleed rapture.
So my sorrow began to bleed passionately,
أبعديkeep away عُتباكِyour reproach عنيfrom me شَبِعَتhas had its fill
أبعدي عُتباكِ عني شَبِعَت
مِنfrom صُحونplatters اللومِthe blame روحيmy soul عتباreproach
مِن صُحون اللومِ روحي عتبا
Keep your reproach away from me; sated is
Keep your blame away from me, I've had enough
my soul with reproach from the platters of blame.
Of plates of blame, my soul is full of reproach
Sol 6.1