وَشادِنٍand a young gazelle كالبدرِlike the full moon يَجلوdispels الدُجىthe darkness
وَشادِنٍ كالبدرِ يَجلو الدُجى
فيin الفَرقِthe hair-parting مِنهُof him المِسكthe musk مَذرورُsprinkled
في الفَرقِ مِنهُ المِسك مَذرورُ
And a young gazelle, like the full moon, dispels the darkness.
And a full moon lighting up the darkness
Musk is sprinkled in the parting of his hair.
His hair exudes musk, finely powdered
يُحاذِرhe fears العَينthe evil eye عَلىupon صَدرِهِhis chest
يُحاذِر العَين عَلى صَدرِهِ
فالجَيبُso the collar عَنهfrom it الدَهرforever مَزرورُbuttoned shut
فالجَيبُ عَنه الدَهر مَزرورُ
He fears the evil eye upon his chest,
Guarding his chest from prying eyes
So his collar is forever buttoned shut, concealing it.
His pocket, by time itself, secured
Sol 6.1