قَدsometimes أَغتَديI set out early قَبلَbefore غُدُوٍّmorning بِغَلَسin predawn gloom
قَد أَغتَدي قَبلَ غُدُوٍّ بِغَلَس
وَلِلرِياضِand the gardens have فيin دُجىthe darkness of اللَيلِthe night نَفَسa breath
وَلِلرِياضِ في دُجى اللَيلِ نَفَس
I sometimes set out early, before morning, in the predawn gloom.
And the gardens breathe in the darkness of night.
حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen النَجمُthe star بَداappeared ليto me بِالقَبَسwith a flame
حَتّى إِذا النَجمُ بَدا لي بِالقَبَس
قامَrose الجَوادُthe steed فيin ظَلامٍdarkness قَدalready جَلَسsettled
قامَ الجَوادُ في ظَلامٍ قَد جَلَس
Until, when the star appeared to me bearing a flame,
The steed rose in darkness that had settled.
يُلاحِقُfollows closely الوَثبَةَthe leap مُمتَدَّlong-lasting النَفسbreath
يُلاحِقُ الوَثبَةَ مُمتَدَّ النَفس
مُحَملَجٌwell-rounded مُمَرٌّtightly twisted اِمرارَthe twisting of المَرَسropes
مُحَملَجٌ مُمَرٌّ اِمرارَ المَرَس
He follows leap upon leap, long of breath,
Well-rounded, tightly knit like firmly twisted rope.
نَعمَexcellent is الرَديفُthe pillion-rider رابَناtroubled us قَوسُthe arch of الفَرَسthe horse
نَعمَ الرَديفُ رابَنا قَوسُ الفَرَس
يَنفيclears away القَذىthe grit عَنfrom مُقلَةٍan eye فيهاin it شَوَسa fierce sidelong gaze
يَنفي القَذى عَن مُقلَةٍ فيها شَوَس
Fine is the pillion-rider; the horse’s arch troubled us.
He clears the grit from an eye that glares askance.
إِذاwhen غَداhe goes forth in the morning لَمnot يُرَis seen حَتّىuntil يَفتَرِسhe seizes prey
إِذا غَدا لَم يُرَ حَتّى يَفتَرِس
When he goes forth in the morning, he is unseen until he seizes prey.
Sol 6.1