وناحلةٍand a slender one صفراءyellow منfrom غيرother than علّةٍan illness
وناحلةٍ صفراء من غير علّةٍ
لهاshe has لمةُlocks of hair حمراءُred ذاتُpossessing تَوقُدblazing
لها لمةُ حمراءُ ذاتُ تَوقُد
And a slender, yellow one, with no illness,
A flawless yellow palm, whose ruddy date-bunch
She has red locks, ablaze.
Glows like an ember lit for war's fierce feast.
تلوحُgleams عليهاupon her صُفرةٌa yellow hue عسجَديَّةٌgolden
تلوحُ عليها صُفرةٌ عسجَديَّةٌ
بهاwith it تتحلىshe adorns herself بُأساًhardship كلّevery مَشهَدِgathering
بها تتحلى بُأساً كلّ مَشهَدِ
A golden-yellow hue gleams upon her;
Its yellowness the hue of ripe sheaves
With it she adorns herself in hardship at every gathering.
That clothe this tree in majesty of mien.
بكتshe wept لُؤلؤاًpearls ينهلُّpours forth منfrom كُلّevery مَدفعٍoutlet
بكت لُؤلؤاً ينهلُّ من كُلّ مَدفعٍ
فعادَthen it returned عليهاupon her كالجُّمانِlike pearls المُنضَّدarranged in rows
فعادَ عليها كالجُّمانِ المُنضَّد
She wept pearls, pouring from every outlet;
It weeps pearl-drops that stream from every pipe
Then they returned upon her like pearls arranged in rows.
As music's mournful measures thrill the soul.
تموتُshe dies وتحياand she lives تارةًa time بعدafter تارةٍa time
تموتُ وتحيا تارةً بعد تارةٍ
فماthen what تأمُلنyou hope for منfrom غيرهاanything other than her فيin تجدُّدِrenewal
فما تأمُلن من غيرها في تجدُّدِ
She dies and lives, time after time;
It dies and lives again from time to time -
What renewal, then, can you hope for from anything other than her?
Behold this endless miracle of palm!
Sol 6.1