لاحَappeared لَناto us عاطِلاًunadorned فَصِيغso were fashioned لَهُfor him
لاحَ لَنا عاطِلاً فَصِيغ لَهُ
مَنَاطِقٌgirdles منfrom مَرَاشِقِdarting shots المُقَلِthe eyes
مَنَاطِقٌ من مَرَاشِقِ المُقَلِ
He appeared to us unadorned, so there were fashioned for him
No moment's vacant for us, so fashion it
girdles from the eyes’ darting glances.
Into a region from imagination's lands,
حياةُlife رُوحيmy soul وفيand in لواحِظِهِhis glances
حياةُ رُوحي وفي لواحِظِهِ
حَتْفيَmy death بينbetween النَّشاطِliveliness والكَسَلِand languor
حَتْفيَ بين النَّشاطِ والكَسَلِ
He is the life of my soul, and in his glances
My spirit's life, and in its corners lies
lies my death, between liveliness and languor.
Myself amidst activity and indolence.
ماnot خالُهُhis mole منof فَتيتِcrumbled fragments عنبرِambergris صُدْtem- (word continues)
ما خالُهُ من فَتيتِ عنبرِ صُدْ
غَيْهِ-ples (completing ‘his two temples’) ولاnor قطْرِa drop صبغةdye الكَحَلِthe kohl
غَيْهِ ولا قطْرِ صبغة الكَحَلِ
His mole is not of crumbled ambergris from his tem-
Untouched by any speck of fragrant musk
ples, nor a drop of kohl dye,
Or tincture-drop of kohl it lacked, but yet
لكنْbut سُوَيْدَاءblack core قلبِheart عاشقِهِhis lover
لكنْ سُوَيْدَاء قلبِ عاشقِهِ
طَفَتْfloated علىupon نارِfire ورْدَةِrose الخَجَلِbashfulness
طَفَتْ على نارِ ورْدَةِ الخَجَلِ
but the black core of his lover’s heart,
The heart of her who loves it whitely pure
which floated on the fire of the rose of bashfulness.
Has floated over passion flower's flame.
Sol 6.1