لحاظكyour glances أقدارdecrees of fate وكفُّكand your palm مُزنةٌa rain cloud
لحاظك أقدار وكفُّك مُزنةٌ
وعزمُكand your resolve صَمصَامُa keen sword وريقكand your saliva غيلflowing water
وعزمُك صَمصَامُ وريقك غيل
Your glances are decrees of fate, and your palm a rain cloud.
Your embrace has such worth, your palm so gentle,
And your resolve is a keen sword, and your saliva flowing water.
Your will is iron, your leaf so soft.
Sol 6.1