وَلَمّاand when أَقلَعَتset sail سُفُنُthe ships of المَطاياthe mounts
وَلَمّا أَقلَعَت سُفُنُ المَطايا
بِريحِwith the wind of الوَجدِlonging فيin لُجَجِthe deep waters of السَرابِthe mirage
بِريحِ الوَجدِ في لُجَجِ السَرابِ
And when the ships of the mounts set sail
When the ships of desire set sail
On the wind of longing through the deep waters of the mirage,
On the winds of passion into mirages of illusion,
جَرىran نَظَريmy gaze وَراءَهُمbehind them إِلىto أَنthat
جَرى نَظَري وَراءَهُم إِلى أَن
تَكسَّرَshattered بَينَamid أَمواجِthe waves of الهِضابِthe hills
تَكسَّرَ بَينَ أَمواجِ الهِضابِ
My gaze ran after them until
My gaze followed after them until
It shattered amid the waves of the hills.
They were wrecked among the waves of yearning.
فَرُحتُso I began أَخوضُI wade through بِحراًa sea مِنof دُموعيmy tears
فَرُحتُ أَخوضُ بِحراً مِن دُموعي
زِيادَتُهُits swelling عَصَفَthe tempest of اِنتِحابيmy sobbing
زِيادَتُهُ عَصَفَ اِنتِحابي
So I began to wade through a sea of my tears,
Then I rejoiced to cross a sea of my tears
Swelled by the tempest of my sobbing.
Whose surging increased my bewilderment.
Sol 6.1