وَغَريرَةٍand an innocent maiden كالظَّبيِlike a gazelle لاحَظَcaught sight of قانِصاًa hunter
وَغَريرَةٍ كالظَّبيِ لاحَظَ قانِصاً
فاِنصاعَthen veered away يَختَلِسُtakes stealthily الخُطاthe steps وَيَروغُand dodges
فاِنصاعَ يَختَلِسُ الخُطا وَيَروغُ
And an innocent maiden, like a gazelle that glimpsed a hunter,
With a captivating glance like a gazelle's
then veered away, taking furtive steps and dodging.
Evading the hunter, darting to and fro
تَكسوshe clothes بَياضَthe whiteness of الوَجهِthe face صُدغاًa temple-lock حالِكاًjet-black
تَكسو بَياضَ الوَجهِ صُدغاً حالِكاً
ذَيلُthe hem of الدُّجىnight's darkness بِسوادِهِwith its blackness مَصبوغُdyed
ذَيلُ الدُّجى بِسوادِهِ مَصبوغُ
She clothes the whiteness of her face with a jet-black temple-lock;
Her blushing cheeks adorn her face so fair
the hem of night is dyed with its blackness.
The night's dark tresses, raven black they flow
وَأَناand I اللَّديغُthe one stung بِهِby it فَهَلso is there مِنfrom ريقِهاher saliva
وَأَنا اللَّديغُ بِهِ فَهَل مِن ريقِها
ليfor me نَهلَةٌa draught يَشفىis healed بِهاby it مَلدوغُone who is stung
لي نَهلَةٌ يَشفى بِها مَلدوغُ
And I am the one stung by it—so is there, from her saliva,
Wounded by love for her, will she for me
a draught for me by which one stung may be healed?
A cooling draught provide this hurt to cure?
Sol 6.1