مُحبّa lover شَفَّهُhas wasted him ألمُهhis pain
مُحبّ شَفَّهُ ألمُه
وخامرَand has pervaded جسمَهُhis body سقمُهhis sickness
وخامرَ جسمَهُ سقمُه
A lover whom his pain has wasted,
The lover's lips hurt
and whose sickness has pervaded his body.
And his body ached from his illness
وباحَand has divulged بماof what يُجمجمُهُhe keeps it hidden
وباحَ بما يُجمجمُهُ
منof الأسرارِthe secrets مُكتتمُهits concealer
من الأسرارِ مُكتتمُه
And he has divulged what he keeps hidden
And he confessed what was tormenting him
of secrets—he who conceals them.
Of his concealed secrets
أماwill you not ترثىhave pity لِمكتَئبٍon a sorrowful man
أما ترثى لِمكتَئبٍ
يُحبَّكَloves you لحمُهُhis flesh ودَمُهand his blood
يُحبَّكَ لحمُهُ ودَمُه
Will you not pity a sorrowful man
Won't you have mercy on a depressed one
whose flesh and blood love you?
Who loves you with his flesh and blood
يغارُis jealous علىof قميصكَyour shirt حيwhen (first fragment)
يغارُ على قميصكَ حي
نَ(completes 'when') تلبسُهُyou wear it ويتهمُهand suspects it
نَ تلبسُهُ ويتهمُه
He is jealous of your shirt when
He gets jealous of your shirt when
you wear it, and suspects it.
You wear it and accuses it