داوواtreat مَرضيmy illness فدائيَfor my ailment اليَومَtoday عَجيبstrange
داووا مَرضي فدائيَ اليَومَ عَجيب
إِنif أَبرأَنيcures me مِنهُof it طَبيبٌa physician فَحَبيبthen a beloved
إِن أَبرأَني مِنهُ طَبيبٌ فَحَبيب
Treat my illness, for my ailment today is strange.
My strange malady I wish would end today
If any physician cures me of it, that physician is a beloved.
If a doctor would cure me, he'd be a friend, I say
لَمdid not أَشتَهِI crave فيin مَرضةa bout of illness عِشقيmy passionate love هَذيthis
لَم أَشتَهِ في مَرضة عِشقي هَذي
إِلّاexcept كَبِدَthe liver العاذِلِof the reproacher أَوor عَينَthe eye رَقيبof a watcher
إِلّا كَبِدَ العاذِلِ أَو عَينَ رَقيب
In this bout of my lovesickness, I have craved nothing
In the sickness of love I'm in, I never wished
but the reproacher's liver or a watcher's eye.
Except for the liver of the blamer or the eye of the spy