جَرىflowed مَدمَعيmy tears وَاِعوَجَّand curved كالسَّيفِlike a sword مُصلتاًunsheathed
جَرى مَدمَعي وَاِعوَجَّ كالسَّيفِ مُصلتاً
عَلىupon الخدِّthe cheek وَاِشتَدَّتand grew fiercer بِقَلبيin my heart لَظىthe blaze of الوَجدِpassionate longing
عَلى الخدِّ وَاِشتَدَّت بِقَلبي لَظى الوَجدِ
My tears flowed and curved like an unsheathed sword
My tears flowed and bent like a sword slashing
Upon my cheek, and longing’s blaze grew fiercer in my heart.
Across my cheek, while yearning's fire raged in my heart
وَذَلكَand that سَيفُthe sword of اللّحظِthe glance مِنfrom طرفِthe eye of فاتِنيmy enchanter
وَذَلكَ سَيفُ اللّحظِ مِن طرفِ فاتِني
بِهwith it ضَرَبَhe struck الأَحشاthe entrails وَأَصمىand mortally wounded بِهِwith it كبديmy liver
بِه ضَرَبَ الأَحشا وَأَصمى بِهِ كبدي
And that is the sword of the glance from my enchanter’s eye;
The glance of my beloved was the sword
With it he struck my entrails, and with it mortally wounded my liver.
That struck my soul and made my liver bleed
وَمِنand from نارِthe fire of أَحشائيmy entrails تَسامىit rose لِمُقلَتيto my eye
وَمِن نارِ أَحشائي تَسامى لِمُقلَتي
وَهاand behold هوَit مِنهاfrom it قَدindeed تَدَلَّىhung down عَلىupon الخدِّthe cheek
وَها هوَ مِنها قَد تَدَلَّى عَلى الخدِّ
And from the fire of my entrails it rose to my eye;
From the fire in my gut ascended to my eyelids
And behold, from that eye it now hangs down upon my cheek.
And here it hangs, dripping down my cheek
Sol 6.1