إِلىto اللَهِGod أَشكوI complain طَوعَsubmission نَفسِيَmy soul لِلهَوىto desire
إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو طَوعَ نَفسِيَ لِلهَوى
وَإِسرافَهاand its excesses فيin غَيِّهاits waywardness وَعُيوبهاand its faults
وَإِسرافَها في غَيِّها وَعُيوبها
To God I complain of my soul's submission to desire,
and its excesses in its waywardness, and its faults.
دَعَتنيit called me إِلىto ماwhat تَشتَهيit desires فَأَجَبتُهاso I answered it
دَعَتني إِلى ما تَشتَهي فَأَجَبتُها
فَضاعَso was lost نَصيبيmy share فيin طِلابيmy pursuit of نَصيبهاits share
فَضاعَ نَصيبي في طِلابي نَصيبها
It called me to what it desires, so I answered it.
So my share was lost as I pursued its share.
إِذاwhen سُقتُهاI drove it لِلصالِحاتِtoward good deeds تَقَعَّسَتit hung back
إِذا سُقتُها لِلصالِحاتِ تَقَعَّسَت
وَدَبَّتand it crept عَلىwith كُرهٍreluctance إِلَيهاtoward them دَبيبَهاits crawling pace
وَدَبَّت عَلى كُرهٍ إِلَيها دَبيبَها
When I drive it toward good deeds, it hangs back,
and creeps reluctantly toward them at its crawling pace.
وَتَشتَدُّand it races نَحوَtoward الموبِقاتِruinous sins نَشيطَةًeagerly
وَتَشتَدُّ نَحوَ الموبِقاتِ نَشيطَةً
إِذاif فاوَقَتهاvied with it الريحُthe wind فاقَتit outstripped هُبوبَهاits gusts
إِذا فاوَقَتها الريحُ فاقَت هُبوبَها
And it races eagerly toward ruinous sins:
were the wind to race it, it would outstrip its gusts.
وَماand not هِيَit إِلّاexcept كَالفَراشَةِlike a moth إِنَّهاindeed, it
وَما هِيَ إِلّا كَالفَراشَةِ إِنَّها
تَرىit sees الناسَpeople ناراًas fire ثُمَّthen تُصلىit is scorched by لَهيبَهاits blaze
تَرى الناسَ ناراً ثُمَّ تُصلى لَهيبَها
And it is just like a moth; indeed, it
sees people as fire, then is scorched by its blaze.
Translation model: Sol 6.1