نورُ عَيني تَرَكتِ قَلبي جَناحا
يَومَ فارَقتِني فَحَنَّ وَناحا
O light of my eye, you left my heart a wing,
The light of my eyes left my heart broken
The day you parted from me, so it yearned and wailed.
The day you left me, it yearned and lamented
جَوهَرَ الدُرِّ لَم أَنَلكِ وَلَو نِل
تُكِ كُنتِ الغِنى وَكُنتِ الفَلاحا
O jewel of pearls, I have not won you; and if I won
I didn't attain the essence of pearls, even if I did
You, you would be riches, and you would be success.
With you I was wealthy, with you I prospered
كَيفَ لَم تَذكُري الرَسولَ إِلَينا
وَقُعودي إِلَيكِ أَرعى الصَباحا
How could you not remember the messenger to us,
How could you not remember the messenger between us
And how I sat waiting for you, watching for dawn?
As I sit waiting for you, herding the morning
يَشتَهي قُربَكِ الفُؤادُ وَلَكِن
لا تُبالينَهُ وَيَأبى اِنتِصاحا
The heart desires your nearness, and yet
My heart desires your nearness, but
You pay it no heed, and it refuses to heed advice.
You don't care for it, refusing consolation
ذَهَبَت نَظرَتي إِلَيكِ بِنَفسي
وَنَمى الحُبُّ عَن فُؤادي فَباحا
My glance toward you carried away my soul,
My gaze went to you, with my soul
And love told on my heart and spoke openly,
And love sprouted in my heart, thriving
يَومَ أُذري إِلَيكِ مِن حَذَرِ الفُر
قَةِ دَمعي وَقَد عَزَمتُ الرَواحا
The day I shed toward you, for fear of separation,
The day I shed to you tears of separation
My tears, when I had resolved to depart.
I was determined to depart
نورُ عَيني لَو كانَ لي مِنكِ في السِت
رِ لَعيبٌ شَفَيتُ مِنّي قَراحا
O light of my eye, if I had from you, in secret,
The light of my eyes - if I had any blame from you
Some dalliance, I would heal the wounds within me.
I would be healed of my wounds
أَسلَمَتني عَيني إِلَيكِ وَقالَت
لَو تَعَزّى بِالصَبرِ عَنكِ اِستَراحا
My eye surrendered me to you and said:
My eyes surrendered me to you, and said
If he took comfort in patience without you, he would find rest.
If only you could find solace in patience from me
وَمِنَ المُشتَكى سُلُوُّكِ عَنّي
وَاِشتِياقي قَد اِفتَضَحتُ اِفتِضاحا
And among my complaints is your forgetting me,
Of those who complain of your distance from me
And my longing—I have been utterly disgraced.
And my longing, I have been utterly disgraced
Sol 6.1