تَحَلَّتadorned itself بِهِwith it مِنas a كَوكَبٍstar لَبَّةُthe hollow of the throat الدُجىdarkness
تَحَلَّت بِهِ مِن كَوكَبٍ لَبَّةُ الدُجى
وَحَفَّand encircled بِهِaround it طَرفٌa fringe مِنَof اللَيلِthe night أَبلَقُpiebald
وَحَفَّ بِهِ طَرفٌ مِنَ اللَيلِ أَبلَقُ
The hollow of darkness's throat was adorned with it—a star.
The mantle of dusk adorned it with a starry brooch
And a piebald fringe of night encircled it.
And the night draped around it a hem of darkness.
وَبِتُّand I spent the night وَعِندِيَand beside me لِلصَباحِof morning مُلاءَةٌa mantle
وَبِتُّ وَعِندِيَ لِلصَباحِ مُلاءَةٌ
تَروقُpleases the eye وَجَيبٌand a collar لِلظَلامِof darkness يُمَزَّقُis torn open
تَروقُ وَجَيبٌ لِلظَلامِ يُمَزَّقُ
And I spent the night with a mantle of morning beside me,
I spend the night while morning has for me fresh attire
Pleasing the eye, while darkness's collar was torn open.
That casts off the murk as a garment torn apart.
يُشافِهُنيspeaks directly to me مِنهُfrom it لِسانُthe tongue of اِبنِthe son of رَملَةٍa grain of sand
يُشافِهُني مِنهُ لِسانُ اِبنِ رَملَةٍ
يَبوحُspeaks openly بِسِرِّof the secret of اللَيلِthe night وَاللَيلُand the night مُطرِقُwith head bowed
يَبوحُ بِسِرِّ اللَيلِ وَاللَيلُ مُطرِقُ
From it, the tongue of sand's son speaks directly to me,
The tongue of Ibn Ramla comes to me whispering
Revealing night's secret while night bows its head.
Telling in secret tales of the night now hushed and bowed.
وَيَنحَرُand slaughters دونيbefore me جِنحَa wing of دُجُنَّةٍdeep darkness
وَيَنحَرُ دوني جِنحَ دُجُنَّةٍ
سِنانٌa spearhead صَقيلٌpolished لِلذُبالَةِbelonging to the wick أَزرَقُblue
سِنانٌ صَقيلٌ لِلذُبالَةِ أَزرَقُ
And before me a wing of deep darkness is slain
And slain before me are wings of starlings,
By the wick's polished, blue spearhead.
Blue blades honed keen to slit the throat of gloom.
Sol 6.1