Sol 6.1

  1. إن يخلُ جفني من المنامِ بكى

    وطالَ ما رُعتُ طرفه فشكا

    If my eyelid is bereft of sleep, it weeps.

    And often I have startled his gaze, so he complained.

  2. يا حسَنَ الوجهِ ليسَ ذا حسنا

    أكلَّ ما بي فعلتَ حلَّ لكا

    O fair of face, this is not fair.

    Was it lawful for you to inflict all this suffering on me?

  3. أصبحتُ عبداً لِمن كلفتُ به

    فكيفَ رقَّ المولى لمن ملَكا

    I have become a slave to the one I adore.

    How, then, could the master pity one he owns?

  4. يا قلبُ صَبراً فلا تزِد كمدِي

    ليلحقنكَ الهَوى بمَن هلَكا

    O heart, be patient, and do not increase my anguish.

    Passion will surely join you to those who have perished.