ماnever نَمَّrevealed secrets عَلىabout الصبحthe dawn نَسيمُthe breeze الآسِthe myrtle
ما نَمَّ عَلى الصبح نَسيمُ الآسِ
إِلّاexcept that لِهَواهُfor love of it حَنَّyearned قَلبيmy heart الآسيsorrowing
إِلّا لِهَواهُ حَنَّ قَلبي الآسي
Never did the myrtle breeze betray the dawn
The morning breeze did not blow gently
without my sorrowing heart yearning for its love.
Except that my aching heart longed for him
بالريحِin the wind وَطَرفِهاand her gaze وَقَلبيand my heart مَرَضٌsickness
بالريحِ وَطَرفِها وَقَلبي مَرَضٌ
ياO طائِفَةَcompany المِراضِthe sick هَلis there مِنany آسِhealer
يا طائِفَةَ المِراضِ هَل مِن آسِ
There is sickness in the wind, her gaze, and my heart.
By the wind and its glance, my heart is ill
O company of the sick, is there a healer?
O you who cure ailments, is there a remedy?
Sol 6.1