وَمَرَّand passed بِأَكنافِthrough the outskirts of اللِوىal-Liwa خاطِرُa thought of الصِباyouth
وَمَرَّ بِأَكنافِ اللِوى خاطِرُ الصِبا
فَحَرَّضَso it stirred شَوقاًa longing لاnever يَزالُceases يُحَرَّضُis stirred
فَحَرَّضَ شَوقاً لا يَزالُ يُحَرَّضُ
And a thought of youth passed through the outskirts of al-Liwa,
The memory of youth wandered through the folds of nightfall,
and stirred a longing that is forever stirred,
Inciting a longing that does not cease to grow intense.
بِلَيلٍin a night كَماas تَرنوgazes الغَزالَةُthe gazelle أَسوَدُblack
بِلَيلٍ كَما تَرنو الغَزالَةُ أَسوَدُ
عَلىdespite أَنَّهُthe fact that it is مِنfrom نورِthe light of وَجهِكَyour face أَبيَضُwhite
عَلى أَنَّهُ مِن نورِ وَجهِكَ أَبيَضُ
in a night black as a gazelle’s eye,
At night as the gazelle, jet-black, yearns
though the light of your face makes it white.
For the luminous whiteness of your face.
كَواكِبُهُits stars زُهرٌbright white وَصُفرٌand yellow كَأَنَّهاas though they were
كَواكِبُهُ زُهرٌ وَصُفرٌ كَأَنَّها
قَبائِعُsword pommels مِنهاsome of them مُذَهَّبٌgilded وَمُفَضَّضُand silvered
قَبائِعُ مِنها مُذَهَّبٌ وَمُفَضَّضُ
Its stars are bright white and yellow, as though they were
Its stars are blossoms, yellow, as if
sword pommels, some gilded and some silvered.
They were gilded, embroidered head coverings.
Sol 6.1