داءٌan illness ثَوىsettled بِفُؤادِin a heart شَفَّهُwore it thin سَقمُsickness
داءٌ ثَوى بِفُؤادِ شَفَّهُ سَقمُ
ياO مَحنَتيmy ordeal مِنfrom دَواعيcauses of الهَمِّworry وَالنَكَدِand misery
يا مَحنَتي مِن دَواعي الهَمِّ وَالنَكَدِ
An illness settled in a heart worn thin by sickness.
O my ordeal, born of worry and misery.
بِأَضلُعيwithin my ribs لَهَبٌa flame تَكويsears حَرارَتُهُits heat
بِأَضلُعي لَهَبٌ تَكوي حَرارَتُهُ
مِنَfrom الضَناwasting illness فيin مَحَلِّthe dwelling place of الرَوحِthe soul بِالجَسَدِwithin the body
مِنَ الضَنا في مَحَلِّ الرَوحِ بِالجَسَدِ
Within my ribs is a flame whose heat sears
The soul’s dwelling place in the body with wasting pain.
يَومَon the day of النَوىseparation ظَلَّremained فيin قَلبيmy heart لَهُfor him أَلَمُpain
يَومَ النَوى ظَلَّ في قَلبي لَهُ أَلَمُ
وَاِحرَقَتيand oh, my burning وَتَلافيand my ruin فيهِin it بِالرَصَدِthrough watchful waiting
وَاِحرَقَتي وَتَلافي فيهِ بِالرَصَدِ
On the day of parting, pain for him remained in my heart.
Oh, my burning and my ruin as I kept watch for him.
تَوَجُّعيmy anguish مِنfrom جوىًburning passion شَبَّتflared up شَرارَتُهُits sparks
تَوَجُّعي مِن جوىً شَبَّت شَرارَتُهُ
مَعَamid العَناsuffering قَدindeed رَثىpitied ليme فيهِin it ذوone possessed of الحَسَدِenvy
مَعَ العَنا قَد رَثى لي فيهِ ذو الحَسَدِ
My anguish comes from a passion whose sparks flared up.
Amid my suffering, even an envious person pitied me.
أَصلُthe root of الهَوىpassion مُلبِسيclothing me وَجديmy longing بِهِfor him عَدَمُnothing
أَصلُ الهَوى مُلبِسي وَجدي بِهِ عَدَمُ
لِمُهجَتيof my soul مَنfrom رَشاa gazelle بِالحُسنِin beauty مُنفَرِدِunmatched
لِمُهجَتي مَن رَشا بِالحُسنِ مُنفَرِدِ
Passion has clothed me; longing for him has left nothing
Of my soul, for a gazelle unequaled in beauty.
تَتَّبِعُنيfollows me وَجهُthe face of مَنone whose تَزهوglows نَضارَتُهُits freshness
تَتَّبِعُني وَجهُ مَن تَزهو نَضارَتُهُ
لِماجِنيto my wayward beloved مورِثيleaving me وَجداًlonging مَدىthroughout الأَمَدِall time
لِماجِني مورِثي وَجداً مَدى الأَمَدِ
The face of one whose freshness glows follows me,
My wayward beloved, leaving me longing for all time.
هَدَّbroke القُوىthe strength حُسنٌbeauty كَالبَدرِlike the full moon مُبتَسِمٌsmiling
هَدَّ القُوى حُسنٌ كَالبَدرِ مُبتَسِمٌ
لِفِتنَتيto tempt me موهِناًweakening عِندَat النَوىseparation جَلَديmy endurance
لِفِتنَتي موهِناً عِندَ النَوى جَلَدي
A smiling beauty like the full moon has broken my strength,
Tempting me and weakening my endurance at parting.
مُوَدِّعيthe one bidding me farewell قَمَرٌa moon تَسبيcaptivates إِشارَتُهُits gesture
مُوَدِّعي قَمَرٌ تَسبي إِشارَتُهُ
إِذاwhen رَناhe gazed ساطِعُradiant الأَنوارِwith lights فيthroughout البَلَدِthe land
إِذا رَنا ساطِعُ الأَنوارِ في البَلَدِ
The one bidding me farewell is a moon whose gesture captivates;
When he gazes, he shines with light throughout the land.
مَهديthe one giving me الجَوىanguish مولَعٌenamored بِالهَجرِof abandonment مُنتَقِمٌvengeful
مَهدي الجَوى مولَعٌ بِالهَجرِ مُنتَقِمٌ
ماwhat حيلَتيis my recourse قَدindeed كَوىseared قَلبيmy heart مَعَalong with الكَبِدِthe liver
ما حيلَتي قَد كَوى قَلبي مَعَ الكَبِدِ
The one who gave me anguish delights in abandonment and revenge.
What can I do? He has seared my heart and liver.
لِمَصرَعيfor my downfall مُعتَدٍan aggressor تَحلوtastes sweet مَرارَتُهُhis bitterness
لِمَصرَعي مُعتَدٍ تَحلو مَرارَتُهُ
ياO قَومَناour people فَخُذواso take نَحوَtoward الضَناwasting illness بِيَديmy hand
يا قَومَنا فَخُذوا نَحوَ الضَنا بِيَدي
Bent on my downfall, he is an aggressor whose bitterness tastes sweet.
O my people, take my hand toward wasting away.
قَلبيmy heart كَوىseared مالِكَwhat is with you بِالحُسنِthrough beauty مَحَتكُمone seeking judgment
قَلبي كَوى مالِكَ بِالحُسنِ مَحَتكُم
لِغُصَّتيin my anguish وَهوَand he is سُؤليmy desire وَهوَand he is مُعتَمِديmy support
لِغُصَّتي وَهوَ سُؤلي وَهوَ مُعتَمِدي
My heart was seared; what is with you, seeking judgment through beauty?
In my anguish, he is my desire and my support.
مَرَوِّعيthe one frightening me سارَdeparted لاmay it not شَطَّتbe far away زِيارَتُهُhis visit
مَرَوِّعي سارَ لا شَطَّت زِيارَتُهُ
لِمّاwhen اِنثَنىhe turned away قاتِليmy killer عَمداًdeliberately بِلاwithout قَوَدِretribution
لِمّا اِنثَنى قاتِلي عَمداً بِلا قَوَدِ
The one who frightens me has gone; may his visit never be far away
When my killer turns away deliberately, without retribution.
Translation model: Sol 6