شَادِنٌa young gazelle يَسْحَبُtrails أَذْيَالَthe skirts of الطَّرَبْdelight
شَادِنٌ يَسْحَبُ أَذْيَالَ الطَّرَبْ
يَتَثَنَّىsways بَيْنَbetween لَهوٍmerriment وَلَعِبْand play
يَتَثَنَّى بَيْنَ لَهوٍ وَلَعِبْ
A young gazelle trails the skirts of delight,
The reveler drags his train of rapture
swaying between merriment and play,
Swaying between jest and play
بِجَبينٍwith a forehead مُفْرغٍcast مِنْfrom فِضَّةٍsilver
بِجَبينٍ مُفْرغٍ مِنْ فِضَّةٍ
فَوْقَabove خَدٍّa cheek مُشْرَبٍsuffused with لَونَthe color of الذَّهَبْgold
فَوْقَ خَدٍّ مُشْرَبٍ لَونَ الذَّهَبْ
with a forehead cast from silver,
With a smooth brow of purest silver
above a cheek suffused with the color of gold.
Above a cheek imbued with golden hue
كَتَبَwrote الدَّمْعُtears بِخَدِّيupon my cheek عَهْدَهُits pledge
كَتَبَ الدَّمْعُ بِخَدِّي عَهْدَهُ
لِلهوىto love وَالْشَّوْقُand longing يُمْليdictates مَاwhat كتَبْit wrote
لِلهوى وَالْشَّوْقُ يُمْلي مَا كتَبْ
Tears wrote their pledge upon my cheek
My tears wrote their pact on my cheek
to love, while longing dictates what they wrote.
Passion dictates what was written
ماwhat لجَهْليwith my folly ماnot أَرَاهُI see it ذاهِباًdeparting
ما لجَهْلي ما أَرَاهُ ذاهِباً
وَسَوَادُand the blackness الرَّأسof the head مِنّيfrom me قَدْalready ذَهَبْhas gone
وَسَوَادُ الرَّأس مِنّي قَدْ ذَهَبْ
What ails my folly? I do not see it departing,
Why, in my ignorance, do I see it leaving?
while the blackness of my hair has gone from me.
The blackness of my hair has left me
قَالَتِshe said الخنسَاءُal-Khansāʾ لمَّاwhen جِئْتُهاI came to her
قَالَتِ الخنسَاءُ لمَّا جِئْتُها
شَابَturned gray بعديin my absence رَأسُthe head of هَذاthis man وَاشْتَهَبْand blazed
شَابَ بعدي رَأسُ هَذا وَاشْتَهَبْ
Al-Khansāʾ said when I came to her:
Al-Khansa said when I came to her
“In my absence, this man's head has turned gray and blazed.”
The head of this youth grew gray after me
Sol 6.1