بِحَيثwhere قُدودُfigures البيضِthe fair-skinned women سُمرٌtawny spears تَهزُّهاsways them
بِحَيث قُدودُ البيضِ سُمرٌ تَهزُّها
شَمولُwine الصِباyouth وَالدَّلِّand coquetry لاnot شَمأَلُthe north wind الصِباyouth
شَمولُ الصِبا وَالدَّلِّ لا شَمأَلُ الصِبا
Where fair-skinned women's figures are tawny spears, swayed
by the wine of youth and coquetry, not by youth's north wind.
خِفافٌlight فَلَولاso, were it not for ثِقلُthe weight of كُثبٍsand dunes تَقصَّفَتhave clustered together
خِفافٌ فَلَولا ثِقلُ كُثبٍ تَقصَّفَت
لَعادَwould surely return لجدبto the barrenness of الخصرِthe waist رِدفٌa rump قَدalready أَخصَباgrew fertile
لَعادَ لجدب الخصرِ رِدفٌ قَد أَخصَبا
Light are they—were it not for the weight of clustered dunes,
a rump grown fertile would return to the waist's barrenness.
عَلَتهاrose above them بدورٌfull moons قَدalready سَفَرنَthey unveiled themselves فَماso not تَرىyou see
عَلَتها بدورٌ قَد سَفَرنَ فَما تَرى
لَهُنَّfor them سِوىexcept مِنfrom حالِكِthe pitch-blackness of الشَعرthe hair غَيهَباdeep darkness
لَهُنَّ سِوى مِن حالِكِ الشَعر غَيهَبا
Above them rose full moons, already unveiled, so you see
no darkness about them save that of jet-black hair.
Sol 6.1