وَمائِسَةٍand a swaying one تُزهىglories وَقَدand already خَلَعَbestowed الحَياthe rain
وَمائِسَةٍ تُزهى وَقَد خَلَعَ الحَيا
عَلَيهاupon her حُلىًjewels حُمراًred وَأَردِيَةًand robes خُضراgreen
عَلَيها حُلىً حُمراً وَأَردِيَةً خُضرا
And a swaying beauty glories, the rain having bestowed
A feast beautifully adorned now that summer’s come
upon her red jewels and green robes.
Wearing red jewels and green robes
يَذوبُmelts لَهاfor her ريقُsaliva الغَمامَةِthe cloud فِضَّةًinto silver
يَذوبُ لَها ريقُ الغَمامَةِ فِضَّةً
وَيَجمُدُand hardens فيin أَعطافِهاher boughs ذَهَباًinto gold نَضراlustrous
وَيَجمُدُ في أَعطافِها ذَهَباً نَضرا
The cloud’s saliva melts for her into silver,
The clouds' spittle melts into silver
and hardens in her boughs into lustrous gold.
And freezes into fresh green gold on her shoulders
Sol 6.1