فيon خَدِّهِhis cheek فَخٌّa snare لِعَطفَةِof the curve of صُدغِهِhis sidelock
في خَدِّهِ فَخٌّ لِعَطفَةِ صُدغِهِ
وَالخالُand the mole حَبَّتُهُits grain وَقَلبيand my heart الطائِرُthe bird
وَالخالُ حَبَّتُهُ وَقَلبي الطائِرُ
On his cheek, the curve of his sidelock forms a snare;
His cheek has a dimple for the kindness of his temple
And the mole is its grain, and my heart the bird.
And his mole is its seed, and my heart the bird
Sol 6.1