وَبيضٌand fair women تَهاوىsway فيin مُزَعفَرَةٍsaffron-dyed robes صُفرُyellow
وَبيضٌ تَهاوى في مُزَعفَرَةٍ صُفرُ
وَهَبتُI gave لَهاto them قَلبيmy heart وَأَخدَمتُهاand I put at their service فِكريmy thoughts
وَهَبتُ لَها قَلبي وَأَخدَمتُها فِكري
And fair women sway in saffron-dyed yellow robes;
A pale one swoons in saffron fragrance
I gave them my heart and put my thoughts at their service.
I gave her my heart and devoted my thoughts
فَدارَتso they went round بِأَقداحٍwith goblets كَأَنَّas though فُضولَهاtheir upper portions
فَدارَت بِأَقداحٍ كَأَنَّ فُضولَها
سَوالِفُsides of necks تَبدوappear مِنfrom مُعَصفَرَةٍsafflower-dyed robes حُمرِred
سَوالِفُ تَبدو مِن مُعَصفَرَةٍ حُمرِ
They went round with goblets, whose upper portions seemed
She circulated with cups as if her fingers’ tips
Like necks emerging from safflower-dyed red robes.
Were tales that seemed made of reddened wine
Sol 6.1