وَنَارَنْجٍand bitter-orange fruit تَميلُbend بِهِunder its weight غُصُونٌboughs
وَنَارَنْجٍ تَميلُ بِهِ غُصُونٌ
فَيَغْدُوso becomes مَيْلُهاtheir bending كَالصَّوْلَجانِlike a polo mallet
فَيَغْدُو مَيْلُها كَالصَّوْلَجانِ
And bitter-orange fruit makes boughs bend,
With orange blossoms its branches sway
So their curve becomes like a polo mallet.
And bend as dancers in disarray
أُشَبِّهُهُI liken it ثَدَاياbreasts ناهِداتٍfull and rounded
أُشَبِّهُهُ ثَدَايا ناهِداتٍ
غَلائِلُهاtheir sheer garments صُبِغْنَwere dyed بِزَعْفَرانِwith saffron
غَلائِلُها صُبِغْنَ بِزَعْفَرانِ
I liken it to full, rounded breasts,
Like maidens with their braided hair
Whose sheer garments have been dyed with saffron.
In saffron dyed, no garment bare
Sol 6.1