ياO ذاyou الذيwhose خطَّtraced الجمالُbeauty بخَدِّهِon his cheek
يا ذا الذي خطَّ الجمالُ بخَدِّهِ
خَطَّينِtwo lines هاجاboth stirred لوعةًburning longing وبَلابِلاand turmoil
خَطَّينِ هاجا لوعةً وبَلابِلا
O you on whose cheek beauty traced
O you whose cheek beauty has traced
two lines that stirred burning longing and turmoil.
Two lines kindling intense ardour and unrest,
ماnot صَحَّwas established عِنديto me أنَّthat لحظَكَyour glance صارمٌa keen sword
ما صَحَّ عِندي أنَّ لحظَكَ صارمٌ
حتّىuntil لَبِسْتَyou wore بِعارِضَيكَon both your cheeks حَمائلاsword-belts
حتّى لَبِسْتَ بِعارِضَيكَ حَمائلا
I was not convinced that your glance was a keen sword
My eyes never believed that your glance was stern
until you wore sword-belts on both your cheeks.
Until you donned the veils over your brow.
Sol 6.1