ومُنفَرِدٍand one unrivaled بِالحُسنِin beauty خُلوٍdevoid مِنَof الهَوىlove
ومُنفَرِدٍ بِالحُسنِ خُلوٍ مِنَ الهَوى
بَصيرٍwell versed بِأَسبابِin the grounds for التَجَرُّمِfaultfinding وَالعَتبِand reproach
بَصيرٍ بِأَسبابِ التَجَرُّمِ وَالعَتبِ
And one unrivaled in beauty, devoid of love,
Alone in beauty, devoid of passion
Well versed in the grounds for faultfinding and reproach,
Perceiving the causes of blame and reproach
وَلوعٍfond بِسوءِof ill الظَنِّopinion لاnot يَعرِفُhe knows الوَفاfidelity
وَلوعٍ بِسوءِ الظَنِّ لا يَعرِفُ الوَفا
يَبيتُhe spends the night عَلىin سَلمٍpeace وَيَغدوand he starts the morning عَلىin حَربِwar
يَبيتُ عَلى سَلمٍ وَيَغدو عَلى حَربِ
Fond of suspicion, knowing nothing of fidelity:
Suffering from ill thoughts, unaware of loyalty
He spends the night at peace and greets the morning at war.
Sleeping in peace, waking in war
زَرَعتُI planted لَهُfor him فيin الصَدرِthe breast مِنّيof mine مَوَدَّةًaffection
زَرَعتُ لَهُ في الصَدرِ مِنّي مَوَدَّةً
أَقامَتit stationed عَلىover قَلبيmy heart رَقيباًa watchman مِنَof الحُبِّlove
أَقامَت عَلى قَلبي رَقيباً مِنَ الحُبِّ
I planted affection for him in my breast;
I planted in his soul a fondness for me
It set a watchman of love over my heart.
It stood in my heart a guardian against love
فَماso no خَطَرَتoccurred ليto me نَظرَةٌa glance نَحوَtoward غَيرِهِanyone other than him
فَما خَطَرَت لي نَظرَةٌ نَحوَ غَيرِهِ
مِنَamong الناسِpeople إِلّاexcept that قالَhe said أَنتَyou عَلىat ذَنبِfault
مِنَ الناسِ إِلّا قالَ أَنتَ عَلى ذَنبِ
So no glance toward anyone but him ever crossed my mind—
No glance to another crossed my mind
Among people—without his saying, 'You are at fault.'
Without it saying: you are at fault
Sol 6.1