يَاO غَزَالاًgazelle تَرَكَhe left الْقَلْبَthe heart الْمُبَلَّىthe afflicted
يَا غَزَالاً تَرَكَ الْقَلْبَ الْمُبَلَّى
حِينَwhen وَلَّىhe turned away فِيin خُفُوقِthrobbing وَكَآبَهْand sorrow
حِينَ وَلَّى فِي خُفُوقِ وَكَآبَهْ
O gazelle who left the afflicted heart
throbbing and sorrowful when he turned away.
كَيْفَhow يَشْكُوcomplains الْقَلْبthe heart مِنِّيfrom me خَفَقَاناًpalpitations
كَيْفَ يَشْكُو الْقَلْب مِنِّي خَفَقَاناً
وَدَوَاءُand the remedy الْمِسْكِthe musk فِيin تِلْكَthat الذُّؤَابَهْthe lock of hair
وَدَوَاءُ الْمِسْكِ فِي تِلْكَ الذُّؤَابَهْ
How can the heart within me complain of palpitations,
when musk's cure lies in that lock of hair?
Translation model: Sol 6.1