آهah وماand how أشهىsweet بكاهاher weeping
آه وما أشهى بكاها
كلevery حزنsorrow منfrom أساهاher grief
كل حزن من أساها
Ah, how sweet her weeping is!
Ah, how I yearn for her weeping,
Every sorrow comes from her grief.
Every sorrow it brought on,
كلevery نارfire فيin فؤادٍa heart
كل نار في فؤادٍ
هيit منfrom لفحthe scorching لظاهاher blaze
هي من لفح لظاها
Every fire within a heart
Every fire in my heart,
Comes from the scorching of her blaze.
From the blaze of her visage,
جمراتembers دامياتbleeding
جمرات داميات
لفؤاديto my heart منتهاهاtheir destination
لفؤادي منتهاها
Bleeding embers—
Scorching embers,
My heart is their destination.
To the depths of my soul,
يعشقloves passionately اللوعةthe anguish روحيmy soul
يعشق اللوعة روحي
فاشتهاهso it yearned for it واشتهاهاand it yearned for her
فاشتهاه واشتهاها
My soul passionately loves anguish,
My spirit craves the ache,
So it yearned for it, and yearned for her.
I've craved and pined,
كلevery باكٍweeper بعدafter نوحيmy wailing
كل باكٍ بعد نوحي
بالتباكيby feigning tears يتباهىshows off
بالتباكي يتباهى
Every weeper, after my wailing,
All who weep after me
Shows off by feigning tears.
Boast of their weeping.
Sol 6.1