عَنfrom خَدِّكyour cheek لَمdid not يَقتَنِacquire طَرفٌan eye لَحظاa glance
عَن خَدِّك لَم يَقتَنِ طَرفٌ لَحظا
إِلّاexcept حُرَقَburning anguish القَلبthe heart وَمنand who ذاis it that اِتَّعَظاtook heed
إِلّا حُرَقَ القَلب وَمن ذا اِتَّعَظا
No eye has caught a glimpse of your cheek
No eye has glanced at your cheek without a heart being scorched,
Without searing anguish in the heart—and who has taken heed?
Yet who has taken heed?
ياO وَيليَwoe to me منbecause of جمرةan ember حسنٍbeauty شُبَّتwas kindled
يا وَيليَ من جمرة حسنٍ شُبَّت
تُصليscorches أَبَدَfor the eternity of الدَّهرِtime فُؤاديmy heart بِلَظىwith flame
تُصلي أَبَدَ الدَّهرِ فُؤادي بِلَظى
Alas for me, for a kindled ember of beauty
Woe to me from the ember of beauty kindled
That scorches my heart with flame for all eternity.
That makes my heart roast forevermore with agony.
Sol 6.1