وَمَمشوقَةِand slender القاماتِin stature بيضٌwhite نُحورُهاtheir throats
وَمَمشوقَةِ القاماتِ بيضٌ نُحورُها
وَخُضرٌand green نَواصيهاtheir forelocks وَصُفرٌand yellow جُسومُهاtheir bodies
وَخُضرٌ نَواصيها وَصُفرٌ جُسومُها
And slender are their forms, their throats white,
With slender waists white as palms
their forelocks green and their bodies yellow.
Green tips and pale blond locks
لَهاthey have حِقَبٌgirdles لاnot تَستَطيعُthey can اِطِّراحَهاcasting them off
لَها حِقَبٌ لا تَستَطيعُ اِطِّراحَها
وَلَيسَand not يَطيقُis able سَلبَهاstripping them bare مَنwhoever يَرومُهاseeks them
وَلَيسَ يَطيقُ سَلبَها مَن يَرومُها
They have girdles they cannot cast aside,
With spears they cannot cast
nor can anyone who seeks them strip them bare.
Nor can any desiring them seize
وَهُنَّand they رِماحٌspears لاnot تُريقُshed دَمَthe blood of العِدىthe enemies
وَهُنَّ رِماحٌ لا تُريقُ دَمَ العِدى
وَلَكِنbut يُراقُis poured out فيinto القُدورِthe pots صَميمُهاtheir innermost essence
وَلَكِن يُراقُ في القُدورِ صَميمُها
They are spears that shed no enemy blood,
Not shedding the blood of enemies
but their innermost essence is poured into pots.
But piercing the soul's core
يَميلُbend عَلىover أَعرافِهاtheir crests عَذَباتُهاtheir tassels
يَميلُ عَلى أَعرافِها عَذَباتُها
كَحورٍlike dark-eyed maidens تَناصىseized one another's forelocks هُندُهاtheir Hind وَرَميمُهاand their Ramim
كَحورٍ تَناصى هُندُها وَرَميمُها
Their tassels bend over their crests,
Their soft voices lean
like dark-eyed maidens, their Hind and Ramim seizing each other's forelocks.
Like houris vying in beauty
تَناهىhas reached its height بِهاin them الإِدراكُripeness حَتّىuntil كَأَنَّهاas though they
تَناهى بِها الإِدراكُ حَتّى كَأَنَّها
يُعَلُّis repeatedly bathed بِماءِwith the water of الزَعفَرانِsaffron أَديمُهاtheir skin
يُعَلُّ بِماءِ الزَعفَرانِ أَديمُها
Their ripeness has reached its height, until it seems
Perception of them ends
their skin is repeatedly bathed in saffron water.
As if their clothes were saffron dyed
تَرىyou see الريحَthe wind يُغريهاentices them بِنَجوىwith a whisper خَفِيَّةٍsecret
تَرى الريحَ يُغريها بِنَجوى خَفِيَّةٍ
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle جَرىblows قَصرَat the close of العَشِيِّthe afternoon نَسيمُهاits breeze
إِذا ما جَرى قَصرَ العَشِيِّ نَسيمُها
You see the wind enticing them with a secret whisper,
The breeze entices with whispers
when its breeze blows at the close of afternoon.
When evening's breeze blows tenderly
Sol 6.1