تَرىyou see النارِنجَthe bitter orange فيin وَرَقٍَleaves نَضيرٍfresh and green
تَرى النارِنجَ في وَرَقٍَ نَضيرٍ
فَتَحسَبُهُso you think it to be عَقيقاًcarnelian فيin زَبَرجَدperidot
فَتَحسَبُهُ عَقيقاً في زَبَرجَد
You behold the bitter orange amid its fresh, green leaves,
You see the bitter orange amid fresh green leaves,
And take it for carnelian set in chrysolite;
so you take it for carnelian amid peridot.
وَأُترُجَّand a citron عَلىupon الأَغصانِthe branches يَزهىgleams
وَأُترُجَّ عَلى الأَغصانِ يَزهى
كَماjust as رَفَعَraised الفَتىthe young man قِنديلَa lamp عَسجَدpure gold
كَما رَفَعَ الفَتى قِنديلَ عَسجَد
While citron upon the boughs gleams proudly,
And a citron gleams upon the branches,
Like a youth holding aloft his lamp of gold.
as when a young man raised a lamp of pure gold.
Sol 6.1