بِأبِيwith my father as ransom آسُmyrtle عِذارٍcheek-down وقَفَاstood
بِأبِي آسُ عِذارٍ وقَفَا
فِيin شَقِيقِanemone الخَدْthe cheek
فِي شَقِيقِ الخَدْ
May my father be ransom for the myrtle of cheek-down that stood
By the honor of morning's delights, stop
amid the cheek’s anemone.
On the cheek's radiant light
لامُهُits lām أبْدتْrevealed لِراءٍto a beholder ألِفَاan alif
لامُهُ أبْدتْ لِراءٍ ألِفَا
كَيْفhow يُجْنَىis plucked الوردْthe rose
كَيْف يُجْنَى الوردْ
Its lām revealed an alif to a beholder—
Its glances have forever shone to the observant and concealed
how can the rose be plucked?
How can the rose be plucked
وَبِوَاوِand with the wāw الصُّدْغِthe temple قَلْباًa heart عَطَفَاswayed
وَبِوَاوِ الصُّدْغِ قَلْباً عَطَفَا
فَعَلاَمَso why الصَّدْthe rebuff
فَعَلاَمَ الصَّدْ
And with the temple’s wāw it swayed a heart—
When in the curve of cheeks lives a tender heart?
so why the rebuff?
What use is such remoteness?
Sol 6.1