أَنظُرlook إِلىat الجَزرِthe carrot الَّذيthat
أَنظُر إِلى الجَزرِ الَّذي
يَحكيmimics لَناfor us لَهَبَthe flame of الحَريقِthe blaze
يَحكي لَنا لَهَبَ الحَريقِ
Look at the carrot that
I gaze upon the island
Mimics for us the flame of a blaze,
Which tells us of raging fire’s glow
كَمِذَبَّةٍlike a fly-whisk مِنof سُندُسٍfine silk
كَمِذَبَّةٍ مِن سُندُسٍ
وَبِهاand it has نِصابٌa handle مِنof عَقيقِagate
وَبِها نِصابٌ مِن عَقيقِ
Like a fly-whisk of fine silk,
Like brocade of crimson silk
And has a handle of agate.
Adorned with carnelian’s flow
Sol 6.1