يُرجّيhe hopes for اِصطِباريmy patience وأَيُّand what اِصطِبارٍpatience
يُرجّي اِصطِباري وأَيُّ اِصطِبارٍ
يَكونُis لِقَلبٍfor a heart عَميدٍlove-stricken جَرِيِّbold
يَكونُ لِقَلبٍ عَميدٍ جَرِيِّ
He hopes for my patience—yet what patience
He hopes for my patience, but what patience
could a love-stricken, bold heart have?
Can there be for a staunch heart that flows?
يَقولُhe says إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle الهَوىpassion شَفَّهُhas wasted him
يَقولُ إِذا ما الهَوى شَفَّهُ
لَقَدindeed خُصَّwas singled out قَلبيmy heart بِداءٍwith an illness دَوِيِّgrievous
لَقَد خُصَّ قَلبي بِداءٍ دَوِيِّ
He says, when passion has wasted him:
It says, when passion has loosened its reins,
“Indeed, my heart was singled out for a grievous illness.”
"My heart was singled out for a far-reaching illness."
يَبيتُhe spends the night عَلىupon مِثلِthe like of جَمرِembers الغَضاthe ghada tree
يَبيتُ عَلى مِثلِ جَمرِ الغَضا
وَإِنand even if باتَhe spent the night فَوقَupon مِهادٍa bed وَطِيِّsoft
وَإِن باتَ فَوقَ مِهادٍ وَطِيِّ
He spends the night as though upon embers of ghada wood,
It spends the night like embers of unhealed wounds
even if he lies upon a soft bed.
And if it sleeps on a soft bed,
يَنامُsleeps الخَلِيُّthe carefree one وَماand not لِلشَجِيِّfor the sorrowful one
يَنامُ الخَلِيُّ وَما لِلشَجِيِّ
رُقادٌslumber إِذاwhen طالَgrew long نَومُsleep الخَلِيِّthe carefree one's
رُقادٌ إِذا طالَ نَومُ الخَلِيِّ
The carefree one sleeps, but the sorrowful has no
The friend sleeps, but the lovelorn
slumber when the carefree one's sleep grows long.
Has no rest, even when the friend slumbers.