لَيتَwould that شِعريmy knowledge مَتىwhen يَكونُwill be التَلاقيthe meeting
لَيتَ شِعري مَتى يَكونُ التَلاقي
قَدindeed بَرانيhas worn me down وَسَلَّand wasted جِسميmy body اِشتِياقيmy longing
قَد بَراني وَسَلَّ جِسمي اِشتِياقي
Would that I knew when we shall meet.
I wish I knew when we will reunite
My longing has worn me down and wasted my body.
My body yearns after a long separation
غابَis absent عَنّيfrom me مَنthe one whom لاnot أُسَمّيهِI name him خَوفاًout of fear
غابَ عَنّي مَن لا أُسَمّيهِ خَوفاً
فَفُؤاديso my heart مُعَلَّقٌsuspended بِالتَراقيat the collarbones
فَفُؤادي مُعَلَّقٌ بِالتَراقي
He whom I do not name out of fear is absent from me.
The one I dare not name is gone
So my heart hangs at my collarbones.
While my heart hangs on the hope of reunion
Sol 6.1