وأسمرand a dusky man عسليhoney-colored اللونin color صادفنيmet me
وأسمر عسلي اللون صادفني
يوماًone day فذكرنيso he reminded me عهداًa past time ببغدادin Baghdad
يوماً فذكرني عهداً ببغداد
And a tawny man, honey-hued, crossed my path,
And a dusky, honey-colored man met me
one day reminding me of a bygone time in Baghdad—
One day, reminding me of a time in Baghdad,
حيثwhere الجآذرyoung antelopes فيalong أطرافthe banks of دجلتهاits Tigris
حيث الجآذر في أطراف دجلتها
تجولroam بالتيهwith haughty pride منfrom وادa valley إلىto واديa valley
تجول بالتيه من واد إلى وادي
where gazelles along the reaches of her Tigris
Where young antelopes along the banks of its Tigris
roam in proud coquetry from valley to valley;
Roam with haughty pride from valley to valley;
وحيثand where كلevery رفيعslender الخصرthe waist وجنتهhis cheek
وحيث كل رفيع الخصر وجنته
ياruby (first part of the split word) قوتةruby (second part of the split word) لمdid not يحطهاfathom it فكرthe thought of نقادa discerning critic
يا قوتة لم يحطها فكر نقاد
and where every slender-waisted one's cheek
And where every slender-waisted one's cheek
is a ruby no connoisseur's thought can encompass.
Is a ruby no critic's mind has fathomed.
كأنهas though he were الرمحthe spear إذwhen يهتزhe sways لفتتهhis glance
كأنه الرمح إذ يهتز لفتته
كلفتهlike the glance of الريمthe white gazelle يرثوfeels pity نحوtoward صيادa hunter
كلفته الريم يرثو نحو صياد
In the way he turns, he is like a lance when it quivers;
He is like a spear when he sways; his glance
I fell madly for him—the white gazelle inclining pityingly toward a hunter.
Is like a white gazelle's, turned in pity toward a hunter.
للسمرfor the dusky ones طعنa thrust كطعنlike the thrust of السمرdark spears فيinto كبدa liver
للسمر طعن كطعن السمر في كبد
فاحذرso beware أخاO brother of الذوقtaste طعنthe thrust of الأسمرthe dusky one العاديthe assailing
فاحذر أخا الذوق طعن الأسمر العادي
The tawny one has a thrust like dark-shafted spears striking the liver;
The dusky ones pierce as dark spears pierce a liver;
so beware, O man of taste, the thrust of the charging tawny one.
So beware, brother of taste, the dusky assailant's thrust.
Sol 6.1