فيin بَدوِthe onset of صَبابَتيmy longing لِفَرطِbecause of the intensity of الأَلَمِthe pain
في بَدوِ صَبابَتي لِفَرطِ الأَلَمِ
جاريmy neighbor لِصُعودِbecause of the rising of زَفرَتيmy sigh لَمdid not يَنَمِsleep
جاري لِصُعودِ زَفرَتي لَم يَنَمِ
At the onset of my longing, from the intensity of the pain,
In the prime of my youth because of intense pain
My neighbor did not sleep because of my rising sigh.
No one could sleep when I loudly sighed
فاِزدَدتُso I grew صَبابَةًin longing وَلاand no جنَّةprotection ليfor me
فاِزدَدتُ صَبابَةً وَلا جنَّة لي
كالعودِlike wood دخانهits smoke اِنتَفىvanished بِالضَرمِthrough the blaze
كالعودِ دخانه اِنتَفى بِالضَرمِ
So my longing grew, and I had no protection,
My youth increased but it brought no reprieve
Like wood whose smoke vanished in the blaze.
Like a flaming stick that gave off smoke when ignited
Sol 6.1