ياO مَلِكاking قَدindeed أَصبَحتhas become كَفُّهُhis hand
يا مَلِكا قَد أَصبَحت كَفُّهُ
ساخِرَةًscornful بِالعارِضِof the cloud الهاطِلِpouring rain
ساخِرَةً بِالعارِضِ الهاطِلِ
O king whose hand has become
Oh king whose palm
scornful of the rain-pouring cloud,
Is burning with pouring scorn
قَدindeed أَقحَمَتنيhas put me in difficulty مِنهُfrom him مِثلُهاone like it
قَد أَقحَمَتني مِنهُ مِثلُها
يُضَيِّقconstrains القَولَspeech عَلىfor القائِلthe speaker
يُضَيِّق القَولَ عَلى القائِل
such a hand of his has left me at a loss;
It plunges me like it
it leaves the speaker little scope for speech.
Constricting words on the speaker
وَإِنand if أَكُنI have قَصّرتfallen short عَنof وَصفِهاdescribing it
وَإِن أَكُن قَصّرت عَن وَصفِها
فَحُسنُهاfor its beauty عَنfrom وَصفِهاdescribing it شاغِليdistracts me
فَحُسنُها عَن وَصفِها شاغِلي
And if I have fallen short of describing it,
And if I fell short of describing it
for its beauty distracts me from describing it.
Its beauty preoccupies me from describing it
Sol 6.1