أَرىI see سَكراتٍdeath throes لِلسراجِof the lamp كَأَنَّهُas though it were
أَرى سَكراتٍ لِلسراجِ كَأَنَّهُ
عَليلُone sick with هَوىًlove فَوقَupon الفِراشِthe bed يَجُودُbreathes his last
عَليلُ هَوىً فَوقَ الفِراشِ يَجُودُ
I see the lamp in its death throes, as though it were
A lovesick sufferer upon the bed, breathing his last.
أُراقِبُهُI watch it حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen قُلتُI say قَدalready مَضىhas passed away
أُراقِبُهُ حَتّى إِذا قُلتُ قَد مَضى
تَثوبُreturns إِلَيهِto it نَفسُهُits soul فَتَعودُand revives
تَثوبُ إِلَيهِ نَفسُهُ فَتَعودُ
I watch it until, when I say, ‘It has passed away,’
Its soul returns to it, and it revives.
وَأَمرَضَهُand made it ill ضَوءُthe light of الصَّباحِthe morning كَأَنَّهُas though it were
وَأَمرَضَهُ ضَوءُ الصَّباحِ كَأَنَّهُ
يُرىis seen فيat اِجتِماعِthe gathering of الآلفينthe lovers حَسودُan envious one
يُرى في اِجتِماعِ الآلفين حَسودُ
And the morning light has sickened it, as though
An envious one were seen where lovers meet.
Sol 6.1