وواضحةٍand a bright one كمثلِjust like النصلِthe blade تجريflows
وواضحةٍ كمثلِ النصلِ تجري
معwith الأبصارِthe gazes كالماءِlike water القراحِpure
مع الأبصارِ كالماءِ القراحِ
And a bright page, like a blade, flows
And clear as a blade she flows
with the gaze, like pure water.
With the glances like cooling water
ترىyou see حُبُكَwoven patterns of المدادِthe ink بجسمِon a body of نورٍlight
ترى حُبُكَ المدادِ بجسمِ نورٍ
كمخضّرِlike the greenish hue of الفرندِthe watered-steel pattern علىupon الصِّفاحِthe sword blades
كمخضّرِ الفرندِ على الصِّفاحِ
You see the ink’s woven patterns on a body of light,
I see your love as ink of light
like greenish watered patterns upon sword blades.
Green as alfalfa on page
كأنas though سوادَهُits blackness فيon صفحتيهاits two faces
كأن سوادَهُ في صفحتيها
بقاياremnants of الليلِthe night فيon وجهِthe face of الصباحِthe dawn
بقايا الليلِ في وجهِ الصباحِ
As though its blackness on the page’s two faces
As if its blackness on its pages
were remnants of night on the face of dawn.
Remnants of the night in the face of morning
Sol 6.1