عَجَبيmy wonder لِرِقَّةِat the delicacy of وَجهِthe face كَلَفيmy infatuation بِهِwith him
عَجَبي لِرِقَّةِ وَجهِ كَلَفي بِهِ
تُبديreveal أَسِرَّتُهُhis forehead lines لَناto us أَسرارُهُhis secrets
تُبدي أَسِرَّتُهُ لَنا أَسرارُهُ
I marvel at the delicacy of the face I am enamored of;
My wonder at the softness of my friend's face
His forehead lines reveal his secrets to us.
Through which his secrets are revealed to us
وَلِمُهجَتيand at my heart تُذكىis kindled لِبَردِby the coolness of رِضابِهِhis saliva
وَلِمُهجَتي تُذكى لِبَردِ رِضابِهِ
وَتَقِرُّand is soothed عَينيmy eye أَنto تُشاهِدَbehold نارَهُhis fire
وَتَقِرُّ عَيني أَن تُشاهِدَ نارَهُ
And at my heart, kindled by the coolness of his saliva,
And my soul is kindled by the coolness of his pleasure
And my eye, soothed by beholding his fire.
And my eye finds rest in gazing at his radiance
Sol 6.1