أَمَّاas for الظَّلاَمُthe darkness فَقَدْso indeed رَقَّتْhas grown thin غِلاَلَتُهits veil
أَمَّا الظَّلاَمُ فَقَدْ رَقَّتْ غِلاَلَتُه
وَالُّصُبْحُand dawn حِيْنَwhen بَدَاappeared بِالنُّورِin light يَخْتَالُstruts
وَالُّصُبْحُ حِيْنَ بَدَا بِالنُّورِ يَخْتَالُ
As for darkness, its veil has grown thin,
The darkness' chains have loosened
and dawn, when it appeared, strutted in light.
And the morning gleams with light
فَانْظُرْso look بِعَيْنِكَwith your eye أَغْصَانَbranches الشَّقَائِقِthe anemones فِيamong
فَانْظُرْ بِعَيْنِكَ أَغْصَانَ الشَّقَائِقِ فِي
فُرُوعِهَاtheir shoots زَهَرٌblossoms فِيin الحُسْنِbeauty أَمْثَالُequals
فُرُوعِهَا زَهَرٌ فِي الحُسْنِ أَمْثَالُ
So look with your own eye at the anemones' branches: among
Look with your eyes at the anemone branches
their shoots are blossoms alike in beauty,
Blossoms of beauty upon them in sight
مِنْof كُلِّevery مُشْرِقَةِradiant الأَوْرَاقِthe petals نَاضِرَةٍfresh
مِنْ كُلِّ مُشْرِقَةِ الأَوْرَاقِ نَاضِرَةٍ
لَهَاit has عَلَىupon الغُصْنِthe branch إِيْقَادٌkindling وَإِشْعَالُand setting ablaze
لَهَا عَلَى الغُصْنِ إِيْقَادٌ وَإِشْعَالُ
each a fresh bloom with radiant petals,
Leaves flourishing with radiance
kindling and blazing upon the branch,
Like flames kindled bright
حَمْرَاءُred مِنْfrom صِبْغَةِthe dye of البِارِيthe Creator بِقُدْرَتِهِthrough His power
حَمْرَاءُ مِنْ صِبْغَةِ البِارِي بِقُدْرَتِهِ
مَصْقُولَةٌpolished لَمْdid not يَنَلْهَاtouch it قَطُّever صَقَّالُa polisher
مَصْقُولَةٌ لَمْ يَنَلْهَا قَطُّ صَقَّالُ
red with the Creator's dye, through His power,
Red by the Maker's dye
polished, though no polisher has ever touched it.
Polished smooth and right
كَأَنَّهَاas though it were وَجَنَاتٌcheeks أَرْبَعٌfour جُمِعَتْwere joined together
كَأَنَّهَا وَجَنَاتٌ أَرْبَعٌ جُمِعَتْ
وَكُلُّand each وَاحِدَةٍone فِيat صِحْنِهَاits center خَالُa mole
وَكُلُّ وَاحِدَةٍ فِي صِحْنِهَا خَالُ
As though it were four cheeks joined together,
As if four gardens combined
and each one has a mole at its center.
Each in its bowl, unique and upright
Sol 6.1