ياO شَمعةcandle حالَتيmy plight فيin العشقِpassionate love حالَتُهاher plight
يا شَمعة حالَتي في العشقِ حالَتُها
مِثلlike الضّنىwasting sickness وَكِلاناand both of us فيهِin it مُحترقُburning
مِثل الضّنى وَكِلانا فيهِ مُحترقُ
O candle, my plight in love is hers—
Alike in wasting away, and both of us burning in it.
لَكِنّهاbut she فيin الدّجىthe darkness مِنfrom رَأسِهاher head اِحتَرَقَتshe burned
لَكِنّها في الدّجى مِن رَأسِها اِحتَرَقَت
وَإِنّنيand indeed I مِنfrom فُؤاديmy heart كنتُI was أَحتَرِقُI burn
وَإِنّني مِن فُؤادي كنتُ أَحتَرِقُ
But in the darkness she burned from her head,
While I was burning from my heart.
Translation model: Sol 6.1