كمhow often تَغُصُّchoke الأيَّامُthe days منِّيon me وتأبىand refuses
كم تَغُصُّ الأيَّامُ منِّي وتأبى
هِمَّتيmy resolve أنْthat تنالَthey attain منّيfrom me مُناهاtheir wishes
هِمَّتي أنْ تنالَ منّي مُناها
How often the days choke on me, yet
How the days ache and yearn within me
my resolve refuses to let them have their way with me.
Though my will would attain its desire
أَناI فيin كفِّهاtheir palm كجَذوةِlike a glowing brand نارٍfire
أَنا في كفِّها كجَذوةِ نارٍ
كلَّمَاwhenever نُكِّسَتit is turned downward تَعالىrises سَنَاهاits radiance
كلَّمَا نُكِّسَت تَعالى سَنَاها
In their palm I am like a firebrand:
I'm in its grasp like embers of fire
whenever it is turned downward, its radiance rises.
Ever more kindled when turned about
Sol 6.1