وكأنّهاand as though she were نونٌthe letter nūn تُمَطّis stretched out وعينهاand her eye
وكأنّها نونٌ تُمَطّ وعينها
ميمٌthe letter mīm لطولِbecause of the length of نحولهاher slenderness بالفدفدِon the barren plain
ميمٌ لطولِ نحولها بالفدفدِ
And she is like a nūn stretched out, and her eye
Her eyes like the letter noon elongated
a mīm—so long and lean is she upon the barren plain.
And like the letter meem bent with charm
كحلتْshe applied kohl to جفونَthe eyelids of الصبحdawn منهاfrom her بالسرىwith night travel
كحلتْ جفونَ الصبح منها بالسرى
وتكحلتْand she kohled her eyes منهfrom it بلوْنِwith the color of الإثْمِدِantimony
وتكحلتْ منه بلوْنِ الإثْمِدِ
She kohled dawn's eyelids with her own night journey,
She lined the dawn's eyes with kohl from her own
and from it kohled her eyes with antimony's hue.
And lined hers with the kohl of misdeeds
فلجسمهاso her body has والصبحُwhile dawn يتبعfollows نورَهُits light
فلجسمها والصبحُ يتبع نورَهُ
منfrom جفنِthe eyelid of ليلتهاher night انسلالُthe slipping out of المرودِthe kohl stick
من جفنِ ليلتها انسلالُ المرودِ
So her body, while dawn follows its light,
So her body and the dawn follow the light
slips from her night's eyelid like a kohl stick.
That slipped from her eyelids at night's reprieve
ياoh ليتهاwould that she كانتwere سفينَةَa ship زاجرٍa driver
يا ليتها كانت سفينَةَ زاجرٍ
فتخوضَso she might wade through بيwith me مدّthe swell of العبابِthe surging sea المزبدِfoaming
فتخوضَ بي مدّ العبابِ المزبدِ
Oh, would that she were a driver's ship,
If only she were a deterring sailor's ship
to carry me through the swell of the foaming sea,
To sail me through the swelling foam and wave
فأرىso I might see ابنson of حمدانٍHamdan ونورَand the light of جبينهhis brow
فأرى ابن حمدانٍ ونورَ جبينه
يجلوclears away سناهُits radiance قذىgrit جفونthe eyelids of الأرْمَدِthe sore-eyed person
يجلو سناهُ قذى جفون الأرْمَدِ
so I might see Ibn Hamdan and the light of his brow,
To see Ibn Hamdan and light of his brow
whose radiance clears the grit from the eyelids of the sore-eyed.
Illuming his years, the grit in red eyes enslaved
Sol 6.1