اللياليthe nights رأيتهاI saw them وهيwhile they تمضىpass
الليالي رأيتها وهي تمضى
فيin زمانa time بمنwith the one whom أحبI love بخيلmiserly
في زمان بمن أحب بخيل
I watched the nights as they passed
The nights, I've seen them pass
in a time that begrudges me the one I love.
In an era when my beloved was ungenerous
وأرىand I see بالخيالin imagination أنيthat I am سعيدhappy
وأرى بالخيال أني سعيد
بعذابin the torment of المتيمthe one enslaved by love المتبولthe one wasted by love
بعذاب المتيم المتبول
And in imagination I see myself happy
And I imagine that I was happy
in the anguish of a lover enslaved and wasted by love.
With the torment of an infatuated, raving drunk
لحظاتmoments الآمالof hope تؤنسcomfort روحيmy soul
لحظات الآمال تؤنس روحي
وقليلand a little الآمالof hope غيرnot قليلlittle
وقليل الآمال غير قليل
Moments of hope comfort my soul,
Moments of hope comfort my soul
and a little hope is no small thing.
And a little hope is more than enough
إنindeed بخلstinginess الجمالof beauty بالقربwith nearness منيto me
إن بخل الجمال بالقرب مني
هوit رأىa view أراهI consider it غيرnot جميلbeautiful
هو رأى أراه غير جميل
Indeed, beauty's begrudging me its nearness
That the beauty was miserly being near me
is a view I find unlovely.
Is a view I see as unbeautiful
إنindeed وجهاa face أحبهI love it لخليقsurely worthy
إن وجها أحبه لخليق
بهياميof my passionate love بكلwith every قالsaying وقيلand hearsay
بهيامي بكل قال وقيل
Indeed, a face I love is surely worthy
That a face I loved was created
of my passion, whatever is said or reported.
For my infatuation, with all that was said and spoken
الخطاباتthe letters ضاعwas lost منهاfrom among them خطابa letter
الخطابات ضاع منها خطاب
أناI سجلتهI registered it بعلمwith acknowledgment وصولof receipt
أنا سجلته بعلم وصول
Of the letters, one letter was lost;
Words of passion are lost among them
I had registered it with acknowledgment of receipt.
I registered it with knowing arrival
ياO نسيمbreeze الصباthe east wind وأنتand you رسولa messenger
يا نسيم الصبا وأنت رسول
كنbe إلىto الهاجرthe one who shuns الجميلthe beautiful رسوليmy messenger
كن إلى الهاجر الجميل رسولي
O breeze of the east wind, you who are a messenger,
O breeze of the morning, you are a messenger
be my messenger to the beautiful one who shuns me.
Be to the beautiful emigrant my messenger
Sol 6.1