طَرِبتُI yearned إِلىfor حَوراءَa dark-eyed woman آلِفَةِaccustomed to الخِدرِthe secluded chamber
طَرِبتُ إِلى حَوراءَ آلِفَةِ الخِدرِ
هِيَshe البَدرُthe full moon أَوor إِنif قُلتُI said أَكمَلُmore perfect مِنthan بَدرِa full moon
هِيَ البَدرُ أَو إِن قُلتُ أَكمَلُ مِن بَدرِ
I yearned for a dark-eyed woman, at home in her secluded chamber.
She is the full moon—or, I would say, more perfect than a full moon.
تُراسِلُنيshe exchanges messages with me بِاللَحظِthrough glances عِندَat لِقائِهاmeeting her
تُراسِلُني بِاللَحظِ عِندَ لِقائِها
فَتَخلِسُand so she steals قَلبيmy heart عِندَat ذَلِكَthat مِنfrom صَدريmy breast
فَتَخلِسُ قَلبي عِندَ ذَلِكَ مِن صَدري
She exchanges messages with me through glances when we meet.
And at that moment she steals my heart from my breast.
Sol 6.1