ماwhatever أَنسَI forget لَمdid not أَنسَهاforget her غَداةَon the morning of البَينِparting
ما أَنسَ لَم أَنسَها غَداةَ البَينِ
إِذwhen حانَarrived عَلىat يَديthe hands of نَواهاher departure حَينيmy hour of death
إِذ حانَ عَلى يَدي نَواها حَيني
Whatever I may forget, I have not forgotten her that morning of parting,
When my hour of death came at the hands of her departure.
أَخفَيتُI concealed بجهديَwith my utmost effort الهَوىpassion فاِعتَرَضتbut she came before me
أَخفَيتُ بجهديَ الهَوى فاِعتَرَضت
تَبكينيَweeping for me حَتّىuntil فَضَحَتنيexposed me عَينيmy eye
تَبكينيَ حَتّى فَضَحَتني عَيني
I hid my passion with all my strength, but she came before me,
Weeping for me, until my eye betrayed me.
Sol 6.1