بديعa marvel مَلاحاتٍcharms بمقلتهin his eye حتفيmy death
بديع مَلاحاتٍ بمقلته حتفي
تكوَّنwas formed منfrom نورٍlight يجلُّis too sublime عنfor الوَصفِdescription
تكوَّن من نورٍ يجلُّ عن الوَصفِ
A marvel of beauty—in his eye lies my death.
A beautiful glance from his eyes is my demise
He was formed from light too sublime for description.
Formed of a light too glorious to describe
لهhe has مقلتاtwo eyes ريمٍa gazelle وجيدُand the neck غزالةٍa female gazelle
له مقلتا ريمٍ وجيدُ غزالةٍ
ووردٌand roses علىon خَدَّينِtwo cheeks يُقطَفis plucked بالطَّرفِwith a glance
ووردٌ على خَدَّينِ يُقطَف بالطَّرفِ
He has a gazelle’s eyes and a doe’s neck,
He has the eyes of a gazelle and the neck of an oryx
And roses on two cheeks, plucked by a glance.
With roses on his cheeks waiting to be plucked
وحُسنand beauty عذارٍcheek-down خَطَّhas traced بالمسكwith musk سطرُهits line
وحُسن عذارٍ خَطَّ بالمسك سطرُه
سهامَarrows مناياdoom داعياتٍsummoning إلىto حتفِdeath
سهامَ منايا داعياتٍ إلى حتفِ
And lovely cheek-down, whose line has traced in musk
The charm of his cheek wrote with musk its line
Arrows of doom that summon to death.
Arrows of passion inviting to death
ويبسمand he smiles عنrevealing ثغرٍa mouth كأنَّas though رُضابَهits saliva
ويبسم عن ثغرٍ كأنَّ رُضابَه
جنىharvest النحلthe bees لمّاwhen شِيبَwas mingled بالقهوةwith wine الصِرفِunmixed
جنى النحل لمّا شِيبَ بالقهوة الصِرفِ
And he smiles, revealing a mouth whose saliva is like
And he smiles with lips like the nectar
The bees’ harvest when mingled with pure wine.
Of bees turned grey with the purest honey
كأنَّas though صباحاًa dawn طالعاًrising منfrom جبينهhis brow
كأنَّ صباحاً طالعاً من جبينه
أناخencamped عليهupon it اللَّيلُnight بالحالكwith jet-black hair الوَحفِthick
أناخ عليه اللَّيلُ بالحالك الوَحفِ
As though a dawn rising from his brow
As if the morning rising from his brow
Had night encamped upon it in thick, jet-black hair.
The night pitched its darkest tents upon it
Sol 6.1