بِروحِيَwith my soul مَكفوفَsightless اللَواحِظِthe glancing eyes لَمdid not يَدَعleave
بِروحِيَ مَكفوفَ اللَواحِظِ لَم يَدَع
سَبيلاًa way إِلىto صَبٍّa lovesick lover يَفوزُsucceeds بِخَيرِهِwith his favor
سَبيلاً إِلى صَبٍّ يَفوزُ بِخَيرِهِ
My soul would ransom the blind-eyed one; he has left no
With my spirit blind to consequences he left
way for a lovesick lover to win his favor.
No way for youth to gain by its goodness
سَوالِفُهُthe sides of his neck تُفنيannihilate الوَرىhumankind خَلِّleave aside لَحظَهُhis glance
سَوالِفُهُ تُفني الوَرى خَلِّ لَحظَهُ
وَمَنand whoever لَمdid not يَمُتdie بِالسَيفِby the sword ماتَdied بِغَيرِهِby something other than it
وَمَن لَم يَمُت بِالسَيفِ ماتَ بِغَيرِهِ
The sides of his neck slay humankind—never mind his glance;
His tales annihilate people spare his glance
and whoever does not die by the sword dies by something else.
Who dies not by the sword perishes otherwise
Sol 6.1