بِنَفْسِيwith my life as ransom مَنْthe one who تُضِيءُshine بِهِthrough him الدَّياجِيthe dark nights
بِنَفْسِي مَنْ تُضِيءُ بِهِ الدَّياجِي
وَيُظْلِمُand darkens حِينَwhen يَبْتَسِمُhe smiles النَّهارُthe daylight
وَيُظْلِمُ حِينَ يَبْتَسِمُ النَّهارُ
My soul be ransom for one through whom the dark nights shine,
My life be ransom for him through whom dark nights shine,
yet who grows dark when day smiles;
and when he smiles, daylight darkens;
وَمَنْand the one whose أَمَلِيmy hope لِزَوْرَتِهِfor his visit غُرُورٌdelusion
وَمَنْ أَمَلِي لِزَوْرَتِهِ غُرُورٌ
وَمَنْand the one whose نَوْمِيmy sleep لِفُرْقَتِهِbecause of separation from him غِرارُscant
وَمَنْ نَوْمِي لِفُرْقَتِهِ غِرارُ
one whose visit I hope for, though my hope is a delusion,
and for him whose visit I hope for in vain,
and whose absence leaves me only snatches of sleep.
and for him whose absence leaves me scant sleep.
يُكَدَّرُis clouded وَصْلُهُunion with him وَالْوُدُّand love صافٍclear
يُكَدَّرُ وَصْلُهُ وَالْوُدُّ صافٍ
وَيَبْعُدُand he grows distant كُلَّماwhenever قَرُبَdraws near الْمَزارُthe meeting place
وَيَبْعُدُ كُلَّما قَرُبَ الْمَزارُ
Union with him embitters me, though love is pure,
Union with him is clouded, though love is clear,
and he draws away whenever a visit draws near.
and he grows distant whenever the meeting place draws near.
وَأَحْلىand the sweetest ماwhat ظَفِرْتَyou have gained بهِit وِصالٌunion
وَأَحْلى ما ظَفِرْتَ بهِ وِصالٌ
إِذاwhen هُوَit لَمْhas not يَشِنْهُmarred it الانْتِظارُwaiting
إِذا هُوَ لَمْ يَشِنْهُ الانْتِظارُ
The sweetest thing I have ever won is a meeting
And the sweetest thing you gain is union,
that waiting has not marred.
when waiting has not marred it.
