يَاah رُبَّmany a زَوْرٍvisitor مُنْعِمٍdelight-giving مزَارُهُhis visit
يَا رُبَّ زَوْرٍ مُنْعِمٍ مزَارُهُ
يَلْحَفُهُenfolds him مِنْfrom لَيْلِهِhis night إزارُهُhis wrap
يَلْحَفُهُ مِنْ لَيْلِهِ إزارُهُ
Ah, many a visitor whose visit brings delight,
O Lord of a blessed, generous shrine
Oh, what a gracious visitor whose arrival is a delight,
His wrap, made of his night, enfolds him.
His night garb trails around him
Wrapped in the cloak of his own night,
بَشَّرَبِيheralded me بِبَذْلِهِwith his generosity زُنَّارُهُhis girdle
بَشَّرَبِي بِبَذْلِهِ زُنَّارُهُ
وَحُسْنُand the beauty خَدٍّof a cheek نَصَعَshone pure احْمِرارُهُits redness
وَحُسْنُ خَدٍّ نَصَعَ احْمِرارُهُ
His girdle heralded me with his generosity,
Gladden me with his gift of a necklace
His waistband announced to me his bounty,
And the beauty of a cheek whose redness shone pure.
And the beauty of a rosy cheek
With the beauty of a cheek whose redness shone pure;
يُفيتُsurpasses بِالْحُمْرَةin redness جُلّنارُهُits pomegranate blossom
يُفيتُ بِالْحُمْرَة جُلّنارُهُ
يُطْلِعُbrings forth مِنْهاfrom them قَمْراًa moon أَزْرَارُهُhis buttons
يُطْلِعُ مِنْها قَمْراً أَزْرَارُهُ
Its pomegranate blossom excels in redness;
He shines with reddishness
His pomegranate blossom surpasses all in redness,
His buttons reveal a moon from among them.
From it appears a moon, his blossoms
His buttons revealing a rising moon from within.
عَذِّرَsprouted فِيon عارِضِهِhis cheek عِذارهُhis cheek-down
عَذِّرَ فِي عارِضِهِ عِذارهُ
فَأَعْجَلَso cut short المُهْلَةَthe respite لِيfor me بِدارُهُits haste
فَأَعْجَلَ المُهْلَةَ لِي بِدارُهُ
His cheek-down sprouted along his cheek,
He apologized for the defect in his cheek
The downy hair traced lines upon his jaw,
So its haste cut short my respite,
So he hastened the term to me in his home
And his haste cut short the delay for me,
جَرْيَthe gallop of جَوَادa steed لَمْnot يُخْفَbe hidden عِثارُهُits stumbling
جَرْيَ جَوَاد لَمْ يُخْفَ عِثارُهُ
يُؤْخَذُis exacted مِنْfrom بُعْدِdistance بِقُرْبٍthrough nearness ثارُهُits vengeance
يُؤْخَذُ مِنْ بُعْدِ بِقُرْبٍ ثارُهُ
Like the gallop of a steed whose stumbling was not hidden.
A steed ran and left no trace of dust
Like the run of a steed whose stumbling is not hidden;
Its vengeance is exacted from afar through nearness.
To be taken from afar in proximity is his vengeance
Revenge for distance is taken through nearness,
لاmay not كانَthere be جَرْيٌa gallop لَمْnot يُثَرْbe raised غُبارُهُits dust
لا كانَ جَرْيٌ لَمْ يُثَرْ غُبارُهُ
May there be no gallop whose dust is not raised!
It was not a running that left no dust swirling
May there be no run where the dust is not stirred.
Sol 6.1