نَفْسيmy soul الفداءthe ransom لِمَنْfor the one whom عاتبتُهI reproached him ولَهُand his are
نَفْسي الفداء لِمَنْ عاتبتُه ولَهُ
فيin مُهجتيmy heart فتكاتُdeadly blows البيضِgleaming swords والأسلِand spears
في مُهجتي فتكاتُ البيضِ والأسلِ
My soul be ransom for the one I reproached—for he has
My soul be a ransom for the one I reproached; his are
within my heart the deadly strokes of gleaming swords and spears.
The deadly blows of gleaming swords and spears within my heart.
فظَلَّthen he kept ينثرscattering مِنْfrom ألفاظِهِhis words درراًpearls
فظَلَّ ينثر مِنْ ألفاظِهِ درراً
ارقّmore delicate مِنthan أدمعيmy tears فيهِfor him ومِنْand than غَزليmy love poetry
ارقّ مِن أدمعي فيهِ ومِنْ غَزلي
So perhaps he may scatter pearls from his words,
Then he kept scattering pearls from his words,
more delicate than my tears for him, and than my love poetry.
More delicate than my tears for him and my love poetry.
