فَداa sacrifice for عُيونِeyes عَلىin الزَوراءِal-Zawra راقِدَةٍsleeping
فَدا عُيونِ عَلى الزَوراءِ راقِدَةٍ
طَرفٌan eye عَلىin بابِلٍBabylon لاnot يَعرِفُknows الوَسَناslumber
طَرفٌ عَلى بابِلٍ لا يَعرِفُ الوَسَنا
A sacrifice for eyes asleep in al-Zawra—
I sacrifice my eyes for she who lies asleep in the sands
an eye in Babylon that knows no slumber.
An eye that knows no sleep at the gates of Babylon
يَكادُnearly يُقضىperishes وَماand not حانَتhas come مَنِيَّتُهُits death
يَكادُ يُقضى وَما حانَت مَنِيَّتُهُ
شَوقاًfrom longing إِذاwhenever ذَكَرَit recalls الأَحبابَthe loved ones وَالوَطَناand the homeland
شَوقاً إِذا ذَكَرَ الأَحبابَ وَالوَطَنا
It nearly perishes, though its hour of death has not come,
Almost dying yet not dead from yearning
from longing whenever it recalls loved ones and the homeland.
When longing for loved ones and homeland sets in
Sol 6.1