أَصداغكyour temple-locks وَالنَفسُand the soul بِهاto them مَربوطَهbound
أَصداغك وَالنَفسُ بِها مَربوطَه
أَلقىI find زُمَرthrongs الهَوىof love بِهاbecause of them مَغبوطَهenviable
أَلقى زُمَر الهَوى بِها مَغبوطَه
Your temple-locks—the soul is bound to them.
Your temple I cherish, my soul to it chained
I find the throngs of love enviable because of them.
The legions of passion for it are ordained
عَنfrom قيدكyour fetter لَوif حلَّwere freed فؤاديmy heart قالَتshe would say
عَن قيدك لَو حلَّ فؤادي قالَت
ماnot عَقدُكُمُyour bond مَعيwith me سوىother than أنشوطَهa slipknot
ما عَقدُكُمُ مَعي سوى أنشوطَه
If my heart were freed from your fetter, she would say:
If from your bond my heart could get free
“Your bond with me is nothing but a slipknot.”
Naught but a flimsy rope us had constrained