نَظَرتُI gazed إلِىat حُسْنِbeauty الرِّياضِthe gardens وغَيمُهاand their cloud
نَظَرتُ إلِى حُسْنِ الرِّياضِ وغَيمُها
جَرَىflowed دَمْعُهُits tears مِنهُنَّfrom them فيin أَعيُنِeyes الزَّهْرِthe blossoms
جَرَى دَمْعُهُ مِنهُنَّ في أَعيُنِ الزَّهْرِ
I gazed at the beauty of the gardens, while their cloud’s
I looked at the beauty of the gardens and their clouds
Tears flowed from them into the eyes of the blossoms.
His tears flowed from them into the eyes of flowers
فَلَمْso did not تَرَsee عَينيmy eye بَينهاamong them كَشَقائِقٍlike anemones
فَلَمْ تَرَ عَيني بَينها كَشَقائِقٍ
تُبَلبِلُهاtoss them about الأَرواحُthe winds فيamong القَضَبِthe stems الخَضرِgreen
تُبَلبِلُها الأَرواحُ في القَضَبِ الخَضرِ
My eye saw nothing among them like anemones,
My eyes did not see corn poppies among them
Tossed by the winds among the green stems,
Swayed by the breeze in the green reeds
كَماjust as مَشَطَتْcombed غِيدُgraceful women القِيانِthe singing girls شُعورَهاtheir hair
كَما مَشَطَتْ غِيدُ القِيانِ شُعورَها
وَقامَتْand rose لِرَقصٍto dance فيin غَلائِلِهاtheir thin robes الحُمْرِred
وَقامَتْ لِرَقصٍ في غَلائِلِها الحُمْرِ
Like graceful singing girls who combed their hair
As the rain combed its hair
And rose to dance in their thin red robes.
And rose to dance in its red braids
Sol 6.1