وَرُبَّand many a أَحْوَىdark-lipped أَحْوَرَdark-eyed لَمْhas not يَزَلْceased
وَرُبَّ أَحْوَى أَحْوَرَ لَمْ يَزَلْ
يَعْطِفُنيdraws me الحُبُّlove إلىto عِطْفِهِhis side
يَعْطِفُني الحُبُّ إلى عِطْفِهِ
And many a dark-lipped, dark-eyed one—unceasingly
love draws me to his side.
كَأَنَّas though رَوْضَthe gardens النَّيْرَبَيْنِal-Nayrabayn انْثَنَتْbent
كَأَنَّ رَوْضَ النَّيْرَبَيْنِ انْثَنَتْ
تَرْوِيrecounts كَمالَperfection الحُسْنِbeauty عَنْfrom وَصْفِهِhis description
تَرْوِي كَمالَ الحُسْنِ عَنْ وَصْفِهِ
As though the gardens of al-Nayrabayn had bent,
recounting beauty’s perfection from his description.
مَنْwhoever عَايَنَbeheld الدَّهْشَةَthe astonishment فيin وَجْهِهِhis face
مَنْ عَايَنَ الدَّهْشَةَ في وَجْهِهِ
دَرَىknew بأَنَّof the fact that السَّهْمَthe arrow مِنْfrom طَرْفِهِhis gaze
دَرَى بأَنَّ السَّهْمَ مِنْ طَرْفِهِ
Whoever beholds the wonder in his face
knows that the arrow comes from his gaze.
Sol 6.1