Sol 6.1

  1. تشوقني الفات الروض مائلة

    من النسيم سكارى وهي دالات

    The garden’s alifs stir my longing as they lean,

    Drunk on the breeze, their shapes are dāls.

  2. ولي من الورق في أوراقها طربا

    كأنهن على العيدان قينات

    And the doves among their leaves bring me delight,

    As though they were songstresses upon the boughs.