وطَمُوحِand high-surging الْعُبَابِthe billows ضَافِيspacious الْمَقيلِthe midday resting place
وطَمُوحِ الْعُبَابِ ضَافِي الْمَقيلِ
حَسِرِdrawn back الدَّوْحِthe great trees عَنْfrom حُسَامٍa sharp sword صَقِيلِpolished
حَسِرِ الدَّوْحِ عَنْ حُسَامٍ صَقِيلِ
And with billows surging high and a spacious midday resting place,
The ambitions of youth, harbinger of dusk,
The great trees drawn back to reveal a polished sword,
Yearning of the camel for a polished sword,
كَسَبِيكِlike an ingot اللُّجَيْنِsilver ذَهَّبَهُgilded it الصَّاthe Mak- (first part of 'Maker')
كَسَبِيكِ اللُّجَيْنِ ذَهَّبَهُ الصَّا
نِعُ-er (completing 'Maker') سُبْحَانَهglory be to Him بِشَمْسِwith the sun الأَصِيلِthe late afternoon
نِعُ سُبْحَانَه بِشَمْسِ الأَصِيلِ
Like a silver ingot gilded by the Mak—
Like your two sides of gold, carried off by the winds,
—er—glory be to Him—with the late-afternoon sun.
Glory be to Him with the rising sun.
Sol 6.1