لَطَمَتْshe slapped بِعُنَّابِwith the jujubes of البَنانِthe fingertips شَقائِقَanemones الْthe
لَطَمَتْ بِعُنَّابِ البَنانِ شَقائِقَ الْ
وَجناتِcheeks ليfor me فيin مَأْتَمِa mourning ceremony الصَّدِّrejection
وَجناتِ لي في مَأْتَمِ الصَّدِّ
With the jujubes of her fingertips she slapped the anemones
She slapped the violets in the garden with lilac branches
of her cheeks, for me, in mourning over rejection.
And I was pained at the gathering of parting
فَكَأَنَّهُso it was as though لَمَّاwhen تَكاثَفَgrew dense لَطْمُهاher slapping
فَكَأَنَّهُ لَمَّا تَكاثَفَ لَطْمُها
فيon خَدِّهاher cheek مِسْكٌmusk عَلَىupon وَرْدِroses
في خَدِّها مِسْكٌ عَلَى وَرْدِ
So, when her slapping grew dense, it was as though
As if when her slaps grew intense
musk lay upon roses on her cheek.
There was musk on her cheek atop a rose
واسْتَضْحَكَتْand she laughed فَبَكَيْتُso I wept قالَتْshe said لاdo not تَخَفْfear
واسْتَضْحَكَتْ فَبَكَيْتُ قالَتْ لا تَخَفْ
بيwithin me فَوقَmore than ماwhat بِكَis within you ياO أَخَاbrother of الوَجْدِpassionate longing
بي فَوقَ ما بِكَ يا أَخَا الوَجْدِ
And she laughed, so I wept; she said, 'Do not fear:
She laughed and I wept. She said "Don't be scared
My anguish exceeds yours, O brother of longing.
Of me, beyond what ails you, O brother of passion
لَوْif صُيِّرَتْwere turned into شَمْعاًwax عَلَيْكَfor you أَنامِليmy fingertips
لَوْ صُيِّرَتْ شَمْعاً عَلَيْكَ أَنامِلي
مَاnot آلَمَتْنيthey would hurt me فيكَfor your sake بِالْوَقْدِby burning
مَا آلَمَتْني فيكَ بِالْوَقْدِ
If my fingertips were turned to wax for you,
If my fingers were turned to candles
their burning for your sake would not hurt me.'
They would not hurt you with burning
Sol 6.1