وَخَفيفَةِand a nimble one الحَرَكاتِmovements تَفتَرِعُscales الرُباthe hills
وَخَفيفَةِ الحَرَكاتِ تَفتَرِعُ الرُبا
كَالبَرقِlike lightning يَلمَعُflashes فيin الغَمامِthe clouds الرائِحِdrifting
كَالبَرقِ يَلمَعُ في الغَمامِ الرائِحِ
And one nimble in movement scales the hills,
With light rhythm she grazes the meadows
Like lightning flashing in the drifting clouds.
Like lightning flashing through the blowing clouds
مَنقوطَةٌspeckled تَحكيresembles صُدورَfaces of صَحائِفٍpages
مَنقوطَةٌ تَحكي صُدورَ صَحائِفٍ
إِبّانَwhen تَبدوit emerges مِنfrom بُطونِundersides of صَفائِحِstone slabs
إِبّانَ تَبدو مِن بُطونِ صَفائِحِ
Speckled, it resembles the faces of pages,
Dotted lines that tell of pages' hearts
When it emerges from beneath slabs of rock.
When they appear from the pages’ bellies
تَرضىit is content مِنَfrom الدُنياthe world بِظِلِّwith the shade of صُخَيرَةٍa little rock
تَرضى مِنَ الدُنيا بِظِلِّ صُخَيرَةٍ
وَمِنَand from المَعايِشِmeans of sustenance بِاِشتِمامِwith inhaling رَوائِحِscents
وَمِنَ المَعايِشِ بِاِشتِمامِ رَوائِحِ
It is content with a little rock’s shade as its share of the world,
She is content in this life with the shadow of a tree
And, for sustenance, with breathing in scents.
And from livelihood with the scent of aromas
Sol 6.1