وَأَغَنَّand a mellow-voiced singer أَبدىbrought forth مِنfrom مَواجِبِvibrations of عودِهِhis oud
وَأَغَنَّ أَبدى مِن مَواجِبِ عودِهِ
نَغَماًa melody أَصَحَّhealed بِهِwith it القُلوبَthe hearts وَأَمرَضاand made them ill
نَغَماً أَصَحَّ بِهِ القُلوبَ وَأَمرَضا
And a mellow-voiced singer brought forth from his oud’s vibrations
And he sang eternally from the heights of his lute
A melody with which he healed hearts and made them ill,
A melody that healed hearts and made them sick
بِيَدٍwith a hand إِذاwhen سَخِطَتit grew angry عَلىat أَوتارِهِits strings
بِيَدٍ إِذا سَخِطَت عَلى أَوتارِهِ
نالَattained الرِفاقُthe companions بِسُخطِهاthrough its anger عَينَthe very essence of الرِضىcontentment
نالَ الرِفاقُ بِسُخطِها عَينَ الرِضى
With a hand that, when it grew angry at its strings,
With a hand, when angry at its strings
The companions gained, through its anger, contentment itself.
His companions attained through its anger the spring of contentment
Sol 6.1