وزعفرانيةٍand a saffron-hued one فيin ثَوبِthe robe of محزونِa sorrowful person
وزعفرانيةٍ في ثَوبِ محزونِ
تَروقُshe pleases طعماًin taste وشَتماًand abuse (as written) فيin البساتينِthe orchards
تَروقُ طعماً وشَتماً في البساتينِ
And a saffron-hued fruit in the robe of one in sorrow,
A saffron-hued flower in a mourning robe
Pleasing in taste and in “abuse” (as written), in the orchards;
Smells and curses in the gardens
مصفرّةٍyellow منamong بناتِthe daughters of الحُسنِbeauty تحسبهاyou would think her
مصفرّةٍ من بناتِ الحُسنِ تحسبها
فيin زغبهاher down ميِّتاًa corpse فيin ثوبِa garment of تكفينِburial shrouding
في زغبها ميِّتاً في ثوبِ تكفينِ
Yellow, one of beauty’s daughters—you would think her
Yellowed among the daughters of beauty you'd think her
In her down a corpse in a burial shroud.
Dead in her dried leaves a shroud to be buried in
قدalready رُنِّحَتshe was made to sway فوقَabove أغصانٍbranches ترجّحُهاthat sway her
قد رُنِّحَت فوقَ أغصانٍ ترجّحُها
وفلِّكَتand made round كَثُدِيِّlike the breasts of الرَبربِthe herd of wild cows العِينِwide-eyed
وفلِّكَت كَثُدِيِّ الرَبربِ العِينِ
She has been rocked above branches that sway her,
Bowed over branches barely holding her up
And rounded like the breasts of a herd of wide-eyed wild cows.
And tossed like the breasts of a whimpering old hag
Sol 6.1