مَلكconquered الفُؤادthe heart وَقَدand indeed وَشىtold tales
مَلك الفُؤاد وَقَد وَشى
بَدرa full moon تَكَنّىtook a byname بِالرَشاas the young gazelle
بَدر تَكَنّى بِالرَشا
He conquered the heart and told tales—
He reigns my heart, though hidden from all eyes,
A full moon who took “Young Gazelle” as his byname.
A moon who veils his beauty in the skies.
عَذبsweet الرِضابthe saliva مهفهفslender-waisted
عَذب الرِضاب مهفهف
يَسبيcaptivates الشَجيthe lovelorn اِذاwhen مَشىhe walks
يَسبي الشَجي اِذا مَشى
His saliva sweet, his waist slender,
Sweetly melodious, gently blowing breeze,
He captivates the lovelorn when he walks.
That makes the boughs dance gracefully with ease.
ماwhat حيلَتيmy recourse فيin حبهlove for him
ما حيلَتي في حبه
اِلّاexcept سَعيرa blazing fire فيin الحَشاthe breast
اِلّا سَعير في الحَشا
What recourse have I in loving him
What can I do, when to his love I’m bound?
But a blazing fire within my breast?
Like flickering flames that through the forest pound.
Sol 6.1