ليI have شوقlonging اليكfor you لاnot يتناهىcomes to an end
لي شوق اليك لا يتناهى
وشجونand sorrows قدalready جاوزتhave exceeded منتهاهاtheir utmost limit
وشجون قد جاوزت منتهاها
My longing for you knows no end,
My longing for you knows no end,
And sorrows have exceeded their utmost bounds.
And sorrows beyond measure.
ياO ابنson عميmy paternal uncle تفديكransoms you منfrom كلevery سوءharm
يا ابن عمي تفديك من كل سوء
نفسsoul مضنىone worn down ماnot فيin يديهhis two hands سواهاother than it
نفس مضنى ما في يديه سواها
O my cousin, may you be ransomed from every harm
My cousin, I'd give my soul to protect you,
By the soul of one worn down, who has nothing else in his hands.
This weary soul, it's all I have.
Sol 6.1