ياOh لَيتَif only نَفسيmy soul إِذwhen كُنتُI was مِنamong خَدَمِكyour servants
يا لَيتَ نَفسي إِذ كُنتُ مِن خَدَمِك
تَحَمَّلَتhad borne ماwhat شَكَوتَyou complained مِنof أَلَمِكyour pain
تَحَمَّلَت ما شَكَوتَ مِن أَلَمِك
Oh, if only my soul, when I was among your servants,
Had borne the pain you complained of.
خَدّيmy cheek فِداءٌa ransom لِشِسعِfor the thong of نَعلِكِyour sandal إِذsince
خَدّي فِداءٌ لِشِسعِ نَعلِكِ إِذ
كانَit was قَريبَnear المَحَطِّthe resting place مِنto قَدَمِكyour foot
كانَ قَريبَ المَحَطِّ مِن قَدَمِك
My cheek is a ransom for your sandal’s thong, since
Its resting place was close to your foot.
وَلَيتَand if only نَفسيmy soul تَقيكَshields you كُلَّevery أَذىًharm
وَلَيتَ نَفسي تَقيكَ كُلَّ أَذىً
تَشكوyou complain of وَلَوeven if شَعرَةًa hair عَلىupon قَلَمِكyour pen
تَشكو وَلَو شَعرَةً عَلى قَلَمِك
And if only my soul could shield you from every hurt
You complain of—even a hair upon your pen.
Translation model: Sol 6.1