الوَجْدُlonging كَوَىseared حُشَاشَتِيmy soul بِالنَّارِwith fire
الوَجْدُ كَوَى حُشَاشَتِي بِالنَّارِ
وَالدَّمعُand tears جرَىflowed بِأفْقِacross the horizon of خَدّيmy cheek بَارِيwearing me away
وَالدَّمعُ جرَى بِأفْقِ خَدّي بَارِي
Longing seared my soul with fire.
And tears flowed across my cheek’s horizon, wearing me away.
وَالسُّقْمُand sickness كماas ترَىyou see لجِسْميfor my body بَارِيwearing away
وَالسُّقْمُ كما ترَى لجِسْمي بَارِي
ماwhat أصْنعُcan I do قدindeed قَضَىdecreed بِهذَاconcerning this البَارِيthe Creator
ما أصْنعُ قد قَضَى بِهذَا البَارِي
And sickness, as you see, is wasting my body.
What can I do? The Creator has decreed this.
Sol 6.1