دُموعي فيكَ أَنْواءٌ غِزارُ
وقَلْبي ما يَقُرُّ لَهُ قَرارُ
My tears for you are rainstorms in torrents;
My tears for you are copious rain showers;
And my heart can find no rest.
And my heart finds no rest.
وكُلُّ فَتىً عَلاهُ ثَوْبُ سُقْمٍ
فَذاكَ الثَّوْبُ مِنّي مُسْتَعارُ
Every young man whom sickness’s garment covers—
And every youth cloaked in a robe of sickness—
Has borrowed that garment from me.
That robe, then, is borrowed from me.
Sol 6.1