غلاَّبةُoverpowering القولspeech بلrather خلاَّبةbewitching الخُلسstolen glances
غلاَّبةُ القول بل خلاَّبة الخُلس
نِديَّةُdewy اللَّونthe hue أَوor مِسْكيَّةmusk-scented النَّفَسthe breath
نِديَّةُ اللَّون أَو مِسْكيَّة النَّفَس
She overpowers words—nay, bewitches stolen glances.
Her words, more alluring than a secret whispered
Dewy in hue, or musk-scented in breath.
Her complexion, soft as musk, her spirit gentler still
لونُhue الحَمانِنthe tiny ticks بلrather أَصْفَىclearer وماand not خُلِقَتshe was created
لونُ الحَمانِن بل أَصْفَى وما خُلِقَت
منfrom أَبيضِwhite الرِّيقِthe saliva بلrather مِنْfrom أَسْمَرِdusky اللَّعَسِthe dark tint of lips
من أَبيضِ الرِّيقِ بل مِنْ أَسْمَرِ اللَّعَسِ
Her hue is that of tiny ticks—nay, clearer—and she was not made
The color of doves, more pure it was created
From white saliva, but from the dusky tint of lips.
Not from white spittle, but from darkest licorice
لاnot كالنَّهارlike the day ولاnor كاللَّيلlike the night تبْصِرُهاyou see her
لا كالنَّهار ولا كاللَّيل تبْصِرُها
كاللَّونlike the hue ماwhat lies بينbetween لَونhue الصُّبْحِthe dawn والغَلَسِand the predawn gloom
كاللَّون ما بين لَون الصُّبْحِ والغَلَسِ
You see her neither like the day nor like the night,
You see her not as day, nor as the night
Like the hue between the color of dawn and the predawn gloom.
Her color, between the dawn’s and the gloaming’s light
Sol 6.1