عُلِّقتُهُI became enamored of him كَالسَّيفِlike a sword راعَawed بَهَاؤُهُhis splendor
عُلِّقتُهُ كَالسَّيفِ راعَ بَهَاؤُهُ
لكِنbut بِغَيرِin anything other than جَوَانِحِيmy ribs لمnot يُغمَدِwas sheathed
لكِن بِغَيرِ جَوَانِحِي لم يُغمَدِ
I fell in love with him—like a sword, his splendor awed me;
I hung it like a sword, its brightness dazzled,
yet nowhere but within my ribs was he sheathed.
But without my wings it would not be sheathed.
عافواthey spurned العذَارَthe cheek-down بِصَفحَتَيهِon his two cheeks وَماand not دَرَواthey knew
عافوا العذَارَ بِصَفحَتَيهِ وَما دَرَوا
أنَّthat الفِرندَthe blade's watered pattern مِنof كُلِّevery مُهَنَّدِIndian-steel sword
أنَّ الفِرندَ مِن كُلِّ مُهَنَّدِ
They spurned the down on his cheeks, not knowing
They excused the spearhead with its two edges, not knowing
that every Indian-steel sword bears a watered pattern.
That the blade is from every sharp sword.
Sol 6.1