دَعنيleave me فَنَسيمُfor the breeze وَصلِهاunion with her قَدalready فاحاwafted its fragrance
دَعني فَنَسيمُ وَصلِها قَد فاحا
لَمdid not يَلوِturn عَلىtoward المُدامِwine قَلبٌa heart راحاfound joy
لَم يَلوِ عَلى المُدامِ قَلبٌ راحا
Leave me be, for the breeze of union with her has already wafted its fragrance.
Let the breeze that reaches her waft, it has perfumed
A heart that has found joy has not turned toward wine.
No heart has found solace in tears that flowed
فيin هاجِرَةِmidday heat الهَجرِseparation سُمومٌa scorching wind نَفسيmy breath
في هاجِرَةِ الهَجرِ سُمومٌ نَفسي
لَوif ساوَرَassailed لَفحُهُits scorching blast عَذوليmy reproacher طاحاfell
لَو ساوَرَ لَفحُهُ عَذولي طاحا
In the midday heat of separation, my breath is a scorching wind.
In yearning that separation's poisons consume my soul
Were its scorching blast to assail my reproacher, he would fall.
If the gentle wind of union caressed, it would revive me, fallen
Sol 6.1