عَلىover كُلِّevery خَيرٍgood thing مانِعٌa barrier وَبِحُسنِهِand through his beauty
عَلى كُلِّ خَيرٍ مانِعٌ وَبِحُسنِهِ
يَرِقُّhe grows tender وَيَجفوand he grows aloof رِقبَةًout of fear لِلمَراقِبِof the watcher
يَرِقُّ وَيَجفو رِقبَةً لِلمَراقِبِ
Every good thing has a barrier; and through his beauty
There's an obstacle to every good, though it be fair,
He grows tender, yet is aloof for fear of the watcher.
And a watcher's neck is softened and bent.
فَيَمنَعُso bars وَردَroses الروضِthe garden شَوكٌthorns مُلاصِقٌclinging
فَيَمنَعُ وَردَ الروضِ شَوكٌ مُلاصِقٌ
وَمِنand from دونِbefore رَوضِgarden الخَدِّthe cheek شَوكُthorns العَقارِبِthe scorpions
وَمِن دونِ رَوضِ الخَدِّ شَوكُ العَقارِبِ
So clinging thorns bar access to the garden's roses,
The rose's blossom is hindered by the thorns close by,
And before the cheek's garden stand the thorns of scorpions.
And without the cheek's garden are scorpions' thorns.
Sol 6.1