رَأَتshe saw شَعَراتٍa few hairs فيin عِذارِيَmy side-whiskers طَلقَةًgleaming
رَأَت شَعَراتٍ في عِذارِيَ طَلقَةً
كَماjust as اِفتَرَsmiled طِفلُthe tender young growth الرَوضِof the meadow عَنat أَوَّلِthe first الوَسميautumn rain
كَما اِفتَرَ طِفلُ الرَوضِ عَن أَوَّلِ الوَسمي
She saw a few gleaming hairs among my side-whiskers,
As the tender meadow smiles at the first autumn rain.
فَقُلتُso I said لَهاto her ماnot الشَعرُhair سالَhas flowed بِعارِضيalong my cheek
فَقُلتُ لَها ما الشَعرُ سالَ بِعارِضي
وَلَكِنَّهُbut it نَبتُthe growth السِيادَةِof eminence وَالحِلمِand forbearance
وَلَكِنَّهُ نَبتُ السِيادَةِ وَالحِلمِ
So I told her: it is not hair that has flowed along my cheek,
But the growth of eminence and forbearance.
يَزيدُincreases بِهِthrough it وَجهيmy face ضِياءًin brightness وَبَهجَةًand radiance
يَزيدُ بِهِ وَجهي ضِياءً وَبَهجَةً
وَماand not تُنقَصُdiminishes الظَلماءِthe darkness مِنfrom بَهجَةِthe splendor النَجمِof the star
وَما تُنقَصُ الظَلماءِ مِن بَهجَةِ النَجمِ
Through it my face gains brightness and radiance,
And darkness does not diminish the star’s splendor.
Sol 6.1