بِنَفْسي حَبيبٌ بانَ صَبْري لِبَيْنِهِ
وأَوْدَعَني الأَحْزانَ ساعَةَ ودَّعا
My soul be ransom for a beloved—my patience departed at his departure;
I would give my life for a beloved; my patience fled at his parting.
he left sorrows in my keeping in the hour he bade farewell.
And he left me with sorrows the moment he bade farewell.
وأَنْحَلَني بِالهَجْرِ حَتّى لَوْ أَنَّني
قَذىً بَيْنَ جَفْنَيْ أَرْمَدٍ ما تَوَجَّعا
By forsaking me he wasted me away, until, were I
And through abandonment he made me so thin that, were I
a mote between a sore-eyed man’s lids, he would feel no pain.
A speck between a sore-eyed man's eyelids, he would feel no pain.
Sol 6.1