وَصفرٌand yellow ones كَأَطرافِlike the tips of العَواليlong spears قدودَهاtheir forms
وَصفرٌ كَأَطرافِ العَوالي قدودَها
قِيامٌstanding عَلىon أَعلىthe tops of كَراسٍchairs مِنَof الصِفرِbrass
قِيامٌ عَلى أَعلى كَراسٍ مِنَ الصِفرِ
And yellow ones, their forms like the points of long spears,
Yellow like the tips of high dunes are their throats
Standing atop chairs of brass.
Standing atop chairs of amber
تَلبَّسنَthey donned مِنfrom شَمسِthe sun of الأَصيلِlate afternoon غَلائِلاًsheer robes
تَلبَّسنَ مِن شَمسِ الأَصيلِ غَلائِلاً
فَأَشرَقنَso they shone فيin الظلماءِthe darkness بِالخِلعِin the robes الصُفرِyellow
فَأَشرَقنَ في الظلماءِ بِالخِلعِ الصُفرِ
They donned sheer robes from the late-afternoon sun,
Clad in garments from the radiant sun
So they shone in the darkness in yellow robes.
They shone in the darkness with their yellow robes
عَرائِسَbrides يَجلوهاunveils them الدُجىthe darkness لِمَماتِهاfor their death
عَرائِسَ يَجلوها الدُجى لِمَماتِها
وَتَحياand they live إِذاwhen أَذرَتthey shed دُموعاًtears مِنَof التبرِraw gold
وَتَحيا إِذا أَذرَت دُموعاً مِنَ التبرِ
Brides whom darkness unveils for their death,
Brides the gloom adorns for their passing
And who come alive when they shed tears of raw gold.
And they come alive with tears of pearl
إِذاwhen ضَرَبَتstruck أَعناقَهاtheir necks فيfor رِضاthe pleasure of الدُجىthe darkness
إِذا ضَرَبَت أَعناقَها في رِضا الدُجى
أَعارَتهُthey lend it مِنfrom أَنوارِهاtheir lights خِلَعَrobes of الفَجرِdawn
أَعارَتهُ مِن أَنوارِها خِلَعَ الفَجرِ
When their necks are struck to please the darkness,
When they bowed their necks in the gloom's content
They lend it robes of dawn from their light.
It borrowed their light, the robe of dawn
تَبكيthey weep عَلىover أَحشائِهاtheir innards بِجسومِهاwith their bodies
تَبكي عَلى أَحشائِها بِجسومِها
فَأَدمُعُهاso their tears أَجسامُهاtheir bodies أَبَداًforever تَجريflow
فَأَدمُعُها أَجسامُها أَبَداً تَجري
They weep over their innards with their bodies,
They weep in their bosoms with their bodies
So their tears are their bodies, forever flowing.
So their tears forever flow like their forms
عَلاهاrose over them ضِياءُa radiance عامِلٍat work فيupon حَياتِهاtheir lives
عَلاها ضِياءُ عامِلٍ في حَياتِها
كَماjust as تَعمَلُwork الأَيّامُthe days فيin قصرِshortening العُمرِlife's span
كَما تَعمَلُ الأَيّامُ في قصرِ العُمرِ
A radiance has risen over them, working upon their lives,
The light of a worker in their life covers them
Just as the days work to shorten life.
As days pass in the palace of life
Sol 6.1