يا راقداً عارياً من ثوب اسقامي
هب الرقاد لعين جفنها دام
O sleeper, untouched by the garment of my afflictions,
O sleeper, bare of the garment of my ailments,
grant slumber to an eye whose lid is bleeding.
Grant sleep to an eye whose lid is bleeding.
لا خلص الله قلبي من يدي رشأ
رؤيا رجائي له أضغاث أحلام
May God never free my heart from the hands of a fawn;
May God never free my heart from the hands of a young gazelle;
my hoped-for vision of him is a jumble of dreams.
The vision of my hope for him is a tangle of dreams.
Sol 6.1