فِداكَa ransom for you أَبيmy father ماwhat ليfor me أَراكِI see you بِحَسرَةٍin sorrow
فِداكَ أَبي ما لي أَراكِ بِحَسرَةٍ
بُليتِyou were afflicted بِهَجرٍby abandonment أَوor دُهيتِyou were stricken بِبَينِby separation
بُليتِ بِهَجرٍ أَو دُهيتِ بِبَينِ
May my father be your ransom—why do I see you sorrowful?
I ransom you with my father, why do I see you so wistfully
Have you been afflicted by abandonment, or stricken by separation?
Afflicted by estrangement or worn out by separation
وَماand what ليfor me أَرىI see ديباجَthe brocade of خَدِّكِyour cheek أَصفَراًyellow
وَما لي أَرى ديباجَ خَدِّكِ أَصفَراً
وَنَرجِسَتيand the two narcissi of عَينَيكِyour two eyes ذابِلَتَينِboth withered
وَنَرجِسَتي عَينَيكِ ذابِلَتَينِ
And why do I see the brocade of your cheek yellow,
Why do I see the brocade of your cheek turned yellow
And the two narcissi of your eyes withered?
And my narcissi, your eyes, all withered
زَعَمتِyou claimed بِأَنّيthat I لَستُI am not أُحسِنُI am skilled at عُذرَةًan excuse
زَعَمتِ بِأَنّي لَستُ أُحسِنُ عُذرَةً
أَلاbehold إِنَّindeed ذاthis عُذريmy excuse فَكَيفَso how تَرَينيyou see me
أَلا إِنَّ ذا عُذري فَكَيفَ تَرَيني
You claimed that I cannot offer a good excuse.
You claimed that I cannot make a good excuse
Behold, this is my excuse—so how do you regard me?
Behold, this is my excuse, so how do you see me