بيI am enamored of غادةٌa graceful maiden لمdid not ترضbe content with بدرthe full moon of الدجاthe darkness
بي غادةٌ لم ترض بدر الدجا
يبيتhe spends the night فيin خدمتهاher service يسرىhe journeys by night
يبيت في خدمتها يسرى
I am enamored of a maiden who would not be content to have the full moon of night
With beauty unmatched, she refused the full moon's glow
spend the night in her service, journeying through the dark.
At her service, Yasser spent the night
إذاwhen رنتshe gazed أقسمswore منout of خوفهhis fear
إذا رنت أقسم من خوفه
هاروتHarut لاnever عادreturn إلىto السحرsorcery
هاروت لا عاد إلى السحر
When she gazed, he swore in fear—
When she sang, he swore in his fear
Harut—never again to return to sorcery.
That Harut would never again practice magic
وفرقهاand her hair-parting الوضاحradiant ينفىbanishes الدجاthe darkness
وفرقها الوضاح ينفى الدجا
ويسلخand strips away الليلthe night إلىuntil الفجرdawn
ويسلخ الليل إلى الفجر
And her radiant hair-parting banishes the darkness
Her radiance banished the darkness
and strips away the night until dawn.
And peeled the night back to dawn
والبرقand lightning لماwhen ابتسمتshe smiled كمhow often غداbecame
والبرق لما ابتسمت كم غدا
وقلبهand its heart يخفقbeats بالذعرwith terror
وقلبه يخفق بالذعر
And lightning, when she smiled—how often it found itself
When lightning smiled, how it shone!
with its heart pounding in terror!
His heart pounded with dread
والظبيand the gazelle لماwhen لفتتshe turned جيدهاher neck
والظبي لما لفتت جيدها
هجfled علىon الوجهthe face إلىto القفرthe wilderness
هج على الوجه إلى القفر
And the gazelle, when she turned her neck,
When the gazelle turned her neck
fled headlong into the wilderness.
It dashed across the meadow to the wasteland
ولوand if تثنتshe swayed قطعتshe wore out خفهاher slipper
ولو تثنت قطعت خفها
علىon قذالthe back of the head of الغصنthe bough النضرverdant
على قذال الغصن النضر
And were she to sway, she would wear out her slipper
Had she bent to remove her slipper
on the back of the verdant bough's head,
On the tender green branch
وأدخلتهand she thrust it فيinto حرthe vulva of أمthe mother of النقاthe sand dune
وأدخلته في حر أم النقا
وماand not استحتshe felt ashamed منbefore شيبةthe gray hair of الزهرthe flowers
وما استحت من شيبة الزهر
and thrust it into the vulva of the sand dune's mother,
And led him into burning sands
and feel no shame before the flowers' gray hair.
She felt no shame before the gray-haired
Sol 6.1