نَهرٌa river كَأَنَّas though الشَمسَthe sun تَملَأُfills قَلبَهُits heart
نَهرٌ كَأَنَّ الشَمسَ تَملَأُ قَلبَهُ
فَيُجِنُّso it harbors داءًan ailment لِلغَرامِof passion دَخيلاinward
فَيُجِنُّ داءً لِلغَرامِ دَخيلا
A river, as though the sun were filling its heart,
A river as if the sun fills its heart
So it harbors an inward malady of passion.
So it suffers illness for the sake of passionate love
الريحُthe wind تُبديreveals الثَوبَthe garment مِنهُfrom it مُعَكَّراًturbid
الريحُ تُبدي الثَوبَ مِنهُ مُعَكَّراً
وَالشَمسُand the sun تُلقيcasts صارِماًa sword مَصقولاpolished
وَالشَمسُ تُلقي صارِماً مَصقولا
The wind reveals its turbid garment,
The wind reveals its garment wrinkled
And the sun casts a polished sword.
And the sun casts a polished sword
وَكَأَنَّهُand as though it ذوone with فَجعَةٍgrief لِفِراقِهاat parting from her
وَكَأَنَّهُ ذو فَجعَةٍ لِفِراقِها
قَدhas ضَمَّharbored مِنfrom خَوفِfear of الوَداعِfarewell غَليلاburning anguish
قَد ضَمَّ مِن خَوفِ الوَداعِ غَليلا
And it seems like one grief-stricken at parting from her,
As if it is grieving from parting with her
Who has harbored burning anguish for fear of farewell.
It has gathered from fear of farewell a friend