إذاwhen سألونيthey ask me عنabout سوادِblackness عذارِcheek-down مَنْone who
إذا سألوني عن سوادِ عذارِ مَنْ
غَداhas become لاnot يُصافينيshows me sincere affection وظلتْتُand I remained أُصافيهِshowing him sincere affection
غَدا لا يُصافيني وظلتْتُ أُصافيهِ
When they ask me about the black cheek-down of one
If they ask me of the darkness of one
who no longer shows me affection, though I still show him mine,
Who dawned no longer greeting me, though I greeted him,
أجبتُI answered نمالُants المسكِmusk دبّتْcrept بوجههِacross his face
أجبتُ نمالُ المسكِ دبّتْ بوجههِ
فساخَso sank لِلُطْفِbecause of the delicacy of الجِلدِthe skin أَنملُهاtheir fingertips فيهِinto it
فساخَ لِلُطْفِ الجِلدِ أَنملُها فيهِ
I reply: ants of musk crept across his face,
I answer, "The musk's blots crept on his cheek;
so their fingertips sank into it, such was the delicacy of his skin.
So the softness of his face made its moles crawl over it."
Sol 6.1