دموعيَmy tears لاnot ماwhat أوْدَعَتْهُdeposited it الغمائمُthe clouds
دموعيَ لا ما أوْدَعَتْهُ الغمائمُ
وشكوايَand my lament لاnot ماwhat رددْتهُrepeated it الحمائِمُthe doves
وشكوايَ لا ما رددْتهُ الحمائِمُ
My tears, not what the clouds have shed;
My tears shed not by the clouds they bear
And my lament, not what the doves have echoed.
My sorrows echoed not by doves who share
فَمَنْso who مُسْعِديmy comforter والحظُّand fortune عنيَof me غافلٌheedless
فَمَنْ مُسْعِدي والحظُّ عنيَ غافلٌ
وزَنْدَand the firestick زفيريmy sighs راحَbegan يَوريهkindles it ضارمُa kindler
وزَنْدَ زفيري راحَ يَوريه ضارمُ
So who will comfort me, while fortune is heedless of me?
Who will bring me joy when fortune's astray
And a kindler has begun to draw fire from the firestick of my sighs.
The wolf howls loud to the wail I air