رَدَّتْrestored إليَّto me المَصْطَكِيmastic نَهْضَةًa surge of vigor
رَدَّتْ إليَّ المَصْطَكِي نَهْضَةً
عَهدِىmy recollection بِهاof it طَوَّلَتِprolonged الغَيْبَهthe absence
عَهدِى بِها طَوَّلَتِ الغَيْبَه
Mastic restored to me a surge of vigor,
She has returned to me, my Mistika, renewed,
one I remembered, but which had long been absent.
Prolonging the time of her absence in my memory.
فَهلّلتْso she rejoiced جَارِيتيmy maidservant كَيْفَhow لاnot
فَهلّلتْ جَارِيتي كَيْفَ لا
والمَصْطَكِيand mastic وافَقَتِagreed with الشَّيْبَهgray hair
والمَصْطَكِي وافَقَتِ الشَّيْبَه
So my maidservant rejoiced—how could she not,
Why shouldn’t my maid rejoice?
when mastic agreed with my gray hair?
My gray hair suits Mistika.
Sol 6.1