انْظُرْlook الىat ينْعِيmy ripeness وحُسْنِand the beauty of بُسوقِيmy lofty growth
انْظُرْ الى ينْعِي وحُسْنِ بُسوقِي
يهْفُوflutters gently النّسيمُthe breeze بِقَدّيَabout my form الممْشوقِslender and graceful
يهْفُو النّسيمُ بِقَدّيَ الممْشوقِ
Look at my ripeness and the beauty of my lofty growth.
Look at my softness and the beauty of my market
The breeze flutters about my slender, graceful form.
The breeze makes my plaited hair gently sway
يجْلوbrightens اللّواحِظَgazing eyes منْظَرِيmy appearance حُسْناًwith beauty كَماjust as
يجْلو اللّواحِظَ منْظَرِي حُسْناً كَما
يجْلوbrighten ثُغورَthe teeth of الغانِياتِbeautiful women عُروقِيmy roots
يجْلو ثُغورَ الغانِياتِ عُروقِي
My lovely appearance brightens gazing eyes, just as
My glances beautify the onlooker as
My roots brighten the teeth of beautiful women.
My veins beautify the cheeks of singing girls
Sol 6.1