عَذيريWho will defend me مِنagainst رامٍan archer رَمانيshot me بِسَهمِهِwith his arrow
عَذيري مِن رامٍ رَماني بِسَهمِهِ
فَلَمand did not يُخطِmiss ماwhat lies بَينَbetween الحَشاthe vitals وَالتَرائِبِand the breastbones
فَلَم يُخطِ ما بَينَ الحَشا وَالتَرائِبِ
Who will defend me against an archer who shot me with his arrow
My excuse for one who shot me with his arrow
And did not miss the spot between my vitals and breastbones?
He did not miss between my cheek and neck area
فَأَصداغُهُfor his sidelocks يَلسَعنَنيsting me كَالعَقارِبِlike scorpions
فَأَصداغُهُ يَلسَعنَني كَالعَقارِبِ
وَأَلحاظُهُand his glances يَفعَلنَdo فِعلَthe work of العُقارِwine بيto me
وَأَلحاظُهُ يَفعَلنَ فِعلَ العُقارِ بي
For his sidelocks sting me like scorpions,
So his temples sting me like scorpions
And his glances do to me what wine does.
And his glances drug me like mandrake root
Sol 6.1