كمhow often قلتI said باللثمwith kissing وبردand the coolness of اللمىdusky lips
كم قلت باللثم وبرد اللمى
إيهmore! برغمin defiance of العاذلthe reproacher الحاسدthe envious
إيه برغم العاذل الحاسد
How often I have said, with kisses and the coolness of dusky lips:
How often with a kiss and the chill of union
“More, in defiance of the envious reproacher!
Have I hoped, in spite of the envious chider!
رَوّquench صديthe thirst of قلبيmy heart ودَعand let عذّليmy reproachers
رَوّ صدي قلبي ودَع عذّلي
فيin الحبlove تغتاظseethe علىover الباردwhat is cool
في الحب تغتاظ على البارد
Quench my heart’s thirst, and let my reproachers
But tell the secret of my heart, and chide not,
Seethe in love over what is cool.”
For the love-smitten is angered by coldness.
Sol 6.1