ياO وَيليَwoe to me مِنbecause of خطبcalamity غَرامٍpassionate love حدثاhas arisen
يا وَيليَ مِن خطب غَرامٍ حدثا
لَوif شاهَدَwitnessed وَاللَهby God عَدوّيmy enemy لرثىhe would pity
لَو شاهَدَ وَاللَه عَدوّي لرثى
Oh, woe is me for a calamity of love that has arisen!
Oh woe is me, for love's distress renewed
If my enemy witnessed it, by God, he would pity me.
If my foe saw, by God he would have rued
ماnot أَمرُthe affair هَوايَmy love ياO عَذوليmy reproacher بَدَدٌfutility
ما أَمرُ هَوايَ يا عَذولي بَدَدٌ
لاnot يُخلَقُis created مِثلُهُone like him جَمالاًin beauty عَبَثاin vain
لا يُخلَقُ مِثلُهُ جَمالاً عَبَثا
My love's affair, O my reproacher, is not futile.
Love's command, O critic, is not vain
One like him in beauty is not created in vain.
None can match his beauty, it's insane
Sol 6.1