تُطالِعُناlook out at us بَينَamong الغُصونِthe branches كَأَنَّهاas though they were
تُطالِعُنا بَينَ الغُصونِ كَأَنَّها
خُدودُcheeks of عَذارىmaidens فيin مَلاحِفِهاtheir mantles الخُضرِgreen
خُدودُ عَذارى في مَلاحِفِها الخُضرِ
They look out at us among the branches, as though they were
Maidens’ cheeks in their green mantles.
أَتَتcame to كُلَّevery مُشتاقٍyearning soul بِرَيّاwith the fragrance of حَبيبِهِhis beloved
أَتَت كُلَّ مُشتاقٍ بِرَيّا حَبيبِهِ
فَهاجَتand so stirred لَهُfor him الأَحزانَthe sorrows مِنfrom حَيثُwhere لاnot يَدريhe knows
فَهاجَت لَهُ الأَحزانَ مِن حَيثُ لا يَدري
They brought every yearning soul the fragrance of his beloved,
And so stirred his sorrows from where he knew not.
Sol 6.1