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