هَدَأَ الناسُ وَنامَت
كُلُّ عَينٍ غَيرَ عَيني
The people grew still, and slept
The people are calm and asleep
every eye but mine.
Every eye but mine
وَالأَماني رُسُلٌ بَي
نَ الَّذي أَهوى وَبَيني
And hopes are messengers between
And my wishes are messengers between
the one I love and me.
The one I love and me
ما أَرى بَدءَ طِلابي
لَكَ إِلّا بَدءَ حَيني
I see the beginning of my pursuit
I see no end to my longing for you
of you as nothing but the beginning of my death.
Except with the end of my days
Sol 6.1