قِمْرِيَّةُa turtledove الأَسْحَارِthe predawn hours لِيfor me تُسْعِدُdelights
قِمْرِيَّةُ الأَسْحَارِ لِي تُسْعِدُ
أُنْشِدُI sing فيon غُصْنِيmy branch كَمَّاas تُنْشِدُshe sings
أُنْشِدُ في غُصْنِي كَمَّا تُنْشِدُ
The turtledove of the predawn hours delights me.
I sing on my branch as she sings.
بِيin me شَادِنٌa young gazelle قَلْبيmy heart شَقِيٌّis miserable بِهِbecause of him
بِي شَادِنٌ قَلْبي شَقِيٌّ بِهِ
وَجْداًfrom longing وَطَرْفِيand my eye نَظَراًthrough looking يَسْعَدُrejoices
وَجْداً وَطَرْفِي نَظَراً يَسْعَدُ
A young gazelle has captured me; my heart suffers for him.
From longing, while my eye rejoices in the sight.
وَاoh عَجَباًwhat a wonder مِنْat رَمَدٍan eye inflammation نَالَهُthat afflicted him
وَا عَجَباً مِنْ رَمَدٍ نَالَهُ
وَخِلْتُand I thought أَنَّthat البَدْرَthe full moon لاَdoes not يَرْمَدُsuffer inflamed eyes
وَخِلْتُ أَنَّ البَدْرَ لاَ يَرْمَدُ
How strange, the inflammation that has afflicted his eye!
I had thought the full moon could not have inflamed eyes.
كَيْفَhow اكْتَسَتْtook on مُقْلَتُهُhis eye حُمْرَةًa red hue
كَيْفَ اكْتَسَتْ مُقْلَتُهُ حُمْرَةً
وَالنَّرْجِسُand the narcissus الأَحْمَرُred لاَis not يُعْهَدُknown
وَالنَّرْجِسُ الأَحْمَرُ لاَ يُعْهَدُ
How did his eye take on a red hue,
When a red narcissus is unheard of?
هَارُوتُهاher Harut أَضْحَىhas appeared وَمَارُوتُهاand her Marut
هَارُوتُها أَضْحَى وَمَارُوتُها
عِلْمَهُمَاtheir knowledge بِالسِّحْرِof magic لاَis not يُجْحَدُdenied
عِلْمَهُمَا بِالسِّحْرِ لاَ يُجْحَدُ
Her Harut has appeared, and her Marut;
Their knowledge of magic cannot be denied.
Sol 6