يَاO قَلْبُheart مَاwhat لَكَails you لاnot تُفِيـyou awaken (first part)
يَا قَلْبُ مَا لَكَ لا تُفِيـ
ـقُcompletes 'awaken' مِنَfrom الْهَوَىpassion يَاO قَلْبُheart مَاwhat لَكْails you
ـقُ مِنَ الْهَوَى يَا قَلْبُ مَا لَكْ
O heart, what ails you that you do not awaken
from passion? O heart, what ails you?
أَوَand (questioning) مَاnot بَدَاoccurred لَكَto you أَنْto تَعُوyou turn back (first part)
أَوَ مَا بَدَا لَكَ أَنْ تَعُو
دَcompletes 'turn back' عَنِfrom الصِّبَاyouthful folly أَوَand (questioning) مَاnot بَدَاoccurred لَكْto you
دَ عَنِ الصِّبَا أَوَ مَا بَدَا لَكْ
Has it not occurred to you to turn back
from youthful folly? Has it not occurred to you?
أَمْor خِلْتَyou supposed أَنَّthat يَدَthe hand of الزَّمَاTime (first part)
أَمْ خِلْتَ أَنَّ يَدَ الزَّمَا
نِcompletes 'Time' قَصِيرَةٌshort عَنْfrom أَنْto تَنَالَكْreach you
نِ قَصِيرَةٌ عَنْ أَنْ تَنَالَكْ
Or did you suppose that the hand of Time
was too short to reach you?
هَيْهَاتَfar from it! صَدَّturned aside بِكَwith you الْهَوَىpassion
هَيْهَاتَ صَدَّ بِكَ الْهَوَى
عَنْfrom أَنْto تَرِيعَturn back وَلَنْand never will إِخَالَكْI suppose you
عَنْ أَنْ تَرِيعَ وَلَنْ إِخَالَكْ
Far from it! Passion has turned you aside
from turning back; nor do I think you ever will.
سَلِّمْentrust أُمُورَكَyour affairs لِلَّذِيto the One who
سَلِّمْ أُمُورَكَ لِلَّذِي
أَنْشَاكَcreated you مِنْfrom عَدَمٍnothingness وَعَالَكْand sustained you
أَنْشَاكَ مِنْ عَدَمٍ وَعَالَكْ
Entrust your affairs to the One who
created you from nothing and sustained you.
وَدَعِand abandon التَعَلُّقَattachment بِالْمُحَاto the impossible (first part)
وَدَعِ التَعَلُّقَ بِالْمُحَا
لِcompletes 'impossible' فَإِنَّهُfor indeed it يَبْرِيwears away مِحَالَكْyour strength
لِ فَإِنَّهُ يَبْرِي مِحَالَكْ
And abandon attachment to the impossible,
for it wears away your strength.
فَعَسَاكَso perhaps you تَنْزِعُwill wrest away مِنْfrom يَدِthe hand of الْthe
فَعَسَاكَ تَنْزِعُ مِنْ يَدِ الْ
أَهْوَاءِpassions يَاO قَلْبِيmy heart حِبَالَكْyour ropes
أَهْوَاءِ يَا قَلْبِي حِبَالَكْ
So perhaps you will wrest from the hand of the
passions, O my heart, your ropes.
Sol 6.1