Sol 6.1

  1. قرت بقلبي أعين الكمد

    وبناظري نواظرُ السهد

    The eyes of grief have found comfort in my heart,

    And in my eyes, the eyes of sleeplessness.

  2. وابتعت بالصبر الجميل أسىً

    أفنى ولا يفني يداً بيد

    And with beautiful patience I bought a sorrow:

    I waste away, yet it does not destroy me—an exchange from hand to hand.

  3. ولبست ما أبلى بجدته

    ويحول بين الروح والجسد

    And I have donned that in whose newness I grow worn,

    And which comes between the soul and the body.

  4. يأتي إليك ليشتكي دنفاً

    شكوى فؤادي لا إلى أحد

    It comes to you to complain of wasting sickness—

    My heart’s lament, addressed to no one else.