رُبَّmany an جَنينٍembryo مِنfrom جَنىthe fruit of النَميرِsweet, pure water
رُبَّ جَنينٍ مِن جَنى النَميرِ
مُهَتّكِlaying bare الأَسرارِsecrets وَالضَميرِand innermost thoughts
مُهَتّكِ الأَسرارِ وَالضَميرِ
Many an embryo from the fruit of sweet water,
Many an embryo was picked from the garden of flowers
Laying bare secrets and innermost thoughts,
With secrets and conscience torn asunder
سَللتُهُI drew it out مَنfrom رَحِمِthe womb of الغَديرِthe pool
سَللتُهُ مَن رَحِمِ الغَديرِ
كَأَنَّهاas though they were صَفائِحُsheets البلّورِcrystal
كَأَنَّها صَفائِحُ البلّورِ
I drew from the womb of the pool.
I drew it from the womb of bounty
As though they were sheets of crystal,
As if it were translucent crystal
أَوor قِطَعٌpieces مِنof خالِصِpure الكافورِcamphor
أَو قِطَعٌ مِن خالِصِ الكافورِ
لَوif بَقِيَتthey remained سِلكاًa strand عَلىthrough الدُهورِthe ages
لَو بَقِيَت سِلكاً عَلى الدُهورِ
Or pieces of pure camphor.
Or pieces of pure camphor
If they remained a strand through the ages,
Had it remained intact through the ages
لَعَطَّلَتthey would render needless قَلائِدَnecklaces النُحورِthroats
لَعَطَّلَت قَلائِدَ النُحورِ
وَأَخجَلَتand would put to shame جَواهِرَjewels البُحورِthe seas
وَأَخجَلَت جَواهِرَ البُحورِ
They would make necklaces on throats needless,
It would have adorned necklaces
And put the jewels of the seas to shame,
And humbled the jewels of the seas
وَسُمِّيَتand would be called ضَرائِرrival co-wives الثُغورِteeth
وَسُمِّيَت ضَرائِر الثُغورِ
ياoh حُسنَهُits beauty فيin زَمَنِthe season of الحرورِscorching heat
يا حُسنَهُ في زَمَنِ الحرورِ
And be called the teeth's rival wives.
And been called the brooches of strongholds
Oh, how lovely it is in the season of scorching heat,
Oh its beauty in the time of ruin
إِذwhen قَيظُهُits summer heat مِثلُlike حَشاthe heart of المَهجورِthe forsaken one
إِذ قَيظُهُ مِثلُ حَشا المَهجورِ
يُهديit brings إِلىto الأَكبادِthe livers وَالصُدورِand the breasts
يُهدي إِلى الأَكبادِ وَالصُدورِ
When its summer heat is like the heart of one forsaken!
When its torment is like the deserted wilderness
It brings to livers and breasts
It evokes in hearts and breasts
رُوحاًa reviving breath يُحاكيresembles نَفثَةَthe sigh of المَصدورِone with an ailing chest
رُوحاً يُحاكي نَفثَةَ المَصدورِ
وَيَجلِبُand brings السُرورَjoy لِلمَقرورِto the chilled person
وَيَجلِبُ السُرورَ لِلمَقرورِ
A reviving breath like the sigh of one with an ailing chest,
A spirit that rivals the blowing wind
And brings joy to the chilled.
And brings happiness to the wretched
Sol 6.1