وَمُحَرِّقٍand one who burns طاقَينِtwo arches مِنof سَبَجٍjet
وَمُحَرِّقٍ طاقَينِ مِن سَبَجٍ
فيin عاجِivory وَجهٍa face لاحَshone كَالسُرُجِlike lamps
في عاجِ وَجهٍ لاحَ كَالسُرُجِ
And one who burns two arches of jet
With burning cheeks of chiseled ivory
into the ivory of a face that shone like lamps.
That shine like lamps in the dark night
أَجسامُناour bodies بِالسُقمِwith sickness قَدindeed فَنِيَتwasted away
أَجسامُنا بِالسُقمِ قَد فَنِيَت
فَسَلواso ask مَحاسِنَهُhis beauties عَنِabout المُهَجِthe souls
فَسَلوا مَحاسِنَهُ عَنِ المُهَجِ
Our bodies have wasted away with sickness;
Our bodies by disease are worn
so ask his beauties about our souls.
Ask of their beauty that lifts the spirit
Sol 6.1