مُكاتبتيmy correspondence لِلبُعدِbecause of separation أَضحَتhas become شِكايةًa lament
مُكاتبتي لِلبُعدِ أَضحَت شِكايةً
لِأَنَّbecause بِهِthrough it روحيmy soul اِستَزادَincreased وُلوعُهاits longing
لِأَنَّ بِهِ روحي اِستَزادَ وُلوعُها
My correspondence, because of separation, has become a lament,
For through it my soul's longing has grown.
جَعَلتI made لَهاfor it حِبراًink سوادَthe blackness of نَواظِريmy eyes
جَعَلت لَها حِبراً سوادَ نَواظِري
لِأنَّbecause عُيونيmy eyes جَفَّdried up مِنهاfrom them دُموعُهاtheir tears
لِأنَّ عُيوني جَفَّ مِنها دُموعُها
I made the blackness of my eyes its ink,
For the tears in my eyes have dried up.
Sol 6.1