لِبشرَةَBishrah's أَسرىjourneyed by night الطَيفُthe phantom وَالخَبتُand al-Khabt (the lowland) دونَهاbetween us and her
لِبشرَةَ أَسرى الطَيفُ وَالخَبتُ دونَها
وَماand whatever بَينَناbetween us مِنof حَزنِrugged ground أَرضِland وبيدِهاand its deserts
وَما بَينَنا مِن حَزنِ أَرضِ وبيدِها
Bishrah's phantom came by night, though al-Khabt lay between us and her,
For her radiant cheek my longing and yearning remain
And all the rugged land and its deserts between us.
And whatever sorrow lies between us, of land and far plane
وَقَرَّتand was gladdened بِهاby her عَينيmy eye وَقَدand indeed كُنتُI was قَبلَهاbefore her
وَقَرَّت بِها عَيني وَقَد كُنتُ قَبلَها
كَثيراًmuch بُكائيmy weeping مُشفِقاًfearful مِنof صُدودِهاher turning away
كَثيراً بُكائي مُشفِقاً مِن صُدودِها
And my eyes found joy in her, though before her coming I had been
My eyes now rest on her, though before her I’d so oft weep
Much given to weeping, fearful of her turning away.
Much did my crying persist, fearing her rebuttals so steep
وبِشرَةُand Bishrah خَودٌa tender maiden مِثلُlike تِمثالِa statue بيعَةٍa church
وبِشرَةُ خَودٌ مِثلُ تِمثالِ بيعَةٍ
تَظَلُّlinger النَصارىthe Christians حَولَهاaround it يَومَon the day of عيدِهاits feast
تَظَلُّ النَصارى حَولَها يَومَ عيدِها
And Bishrah is a tender maiden, like a statue in a church;
Her cheek's a treasure, like icons pious Christians revere
Christians linger around it on its feast day.
Around it they hover on days their rituals endear
Sol 6.1