وَغَيرُand not كَثيرٍgreat فيهِin it وَجدُthe passion of كُثَيِّرٍKuthayyir
وَغَيرُ كَثيرٍ فيهِ وَجدُ كُثَيِّرٍ
وَلَوعَةُand the anguish of قَيسٍQays وَالتِياحُand the wasting away of جَميلِJamil
وَلَوعَةُ قَيسٍ وَالتِياحُ جَميلِ
And small beside it is Kuthayyir's passion,
Much else in it found abundant tracing
and Qays's anguish and Jamil's wasting away.
The torment of Qays, and the wandering of Jamil
أَهيمُI am enamored بِرَسمٍof a trace لِلمَجدِof glory واضِحٍclear
أَهيمُ بِرَسمٍ لِلمَجدِ واضِحٍ
وَهامواand they were enamored بِرَسمٍof a trace لِلغَرامِof love مَحيلِtimeworn
وَهاموا بِرَسمٍ لِلغَرامِ مَحيلِ
I am enamored of a clear trace of glory,
I wander after a clear imprint of glory
while they were enamored of a timeworn trace of love.
They wandered after a confused imprint of passion