سَبَتcaptured قَلبيmy heart المَلِيحَةُthe lovely woman بِنتُdaughter of فَارَاFārā
سَبَت قَلبي المَلِيحَةُ بِنتُ فَارَا
ففاضso overflowed الدَمعُthe tears مِنfrom عَينيmy eye وفَارَاand surged
ففاض الدَمعُ مِن عَيني وفَارَا
The lovely daughter of Fārā captured my heart.
The beautiful maiden, daughter of Fara, captivated my heart
So tears overflowed from my eye and surged.
So tears overflowed from my eyes in torrents
فَجِئتُso I came الدَّارَthe house مُختَفِياًin hiding فَلَّمَاand when
فَجِئتُ الدَّارَ مُختَفِياً فَلَّمَا
رَأتshe saw شَغفيmy passion بِهاfor her نَفَرَتshe recoiled نِفَاراin aversion
رَأت شَغفي بِها نَفَرَت نِفَارا
So I came to the house in hiding, and when
I went to her house stealthily but when
she saw my passion for her, she recoiled in aversion.
She saw my passion for her, she recoiled in disgust
فَأمسَكَتthen grasped الإِزَارَthe waistcloth يَدِىmy hand فَقَالَتthen she said
فَأمسَكَت الإِزَارَ يَدِى فَقَالَت
ألَمnot? (interrogative) تَكُyou were وَيكwoe to you مُختَشِياًafraid of صَفَارَاṢafārā
ألَم تَكُ وَيك مُختَشِياً صَفَارَا
Then my hand grasped the waistcloth, and she said:
I held the hem of her gown and she said
“Were you not, woe to you, afraid of Ṣafārā?”
Were you not ashamed, miserable coward, to come
Sol 6.1