السِّحْرُmagic مِنْfrom أَلْفَاظِهَاher words الفَاتِكَهْdeadly
السِّحْرُ مِنْ أَلْفَاظِهَا الفَاتِكَهْ
وَالرُّوحُand the soul مِنْfrom إِعْرَاضِهَاher turning away هَالِكَهْperishing
وَالرُّوحُ مِنْ إِعْرَاضِهَا هَالِكَهْ
Magic springs from her deadly words;
Her magic is in her deadly words,
And the soul perishes from her turning away.
And her spirit in her annihilating indifference.
والْقَهْوَةُand the wine الصَّهْبَاءُtawny مِنْfrom رِيْقِهَاher saliva
والْقَهْوَةُ الصَّهْبَاءُ مِنْ رِيْقِهَا
وَالْمِسْكُand musk مِنْfrom أَصْدَاغِهَاher temple-locks الحَالِكَهْjet-black
وَالْمِسْكُ مِنْ أَصْدَاغِهَا الحَالِكَهْ
Tawny wine comes from her saliva,
The blonde coffee in its saliva,
And musk from her jet-black temple-locks.
And the musk in its intoxicating breaths.
مَمْلُوكَةٌa slave girl تَمْلِكُrules يَاoh مَنْwho رَآَىhas seen
مَمْلُوكَةٌ تَمْلِكُ يَا مَنْ رَآَى
أَحْسَنَfairer مِنْthan مَمْلُوكَةٍa slave girl مَالِكَهْa mistress
أَحْسَنَ مِنْ مَمْلُوكَةٍ مَالِكَهْ
A slave girl who rules—oh, who has seen
She's owned yet she owns, O you who saw
Anything fairer than a slave girl who is mistress?
One more beautiful than an owning mistress.
مَنْwhoever لَمْhas not يَرَseen الدُّرَّpearls وَتَأْلِيْفَهُand their arrangement
مَنْ لَمْ يَرَ الدُّرَّ وَتَأْلِيْفَهُ
فِيon سِلْكِهِtheir thread فَلْيَرَهَاthen let him see her ضَاحِكَهْlaughing
فِي سِلْكِهِ فَلْيَرَهَا ضَاحِكَهْ
Whoever has not seen pearls and their arrangement
Whoever hasn't seen the pearl and its strand
On their thread, let him see her laughing.
Let him see it laughing.
تَسْلُكُshe passes مِنْthrough أَجْسَامِthe bodies أَهْلِthe people of الوَرَىhumankind
تَسْلُكُ مِنْ أَجْسَامِ أَهْلِ الوَرَى
بِحَيْثُwhere أَرْوَاحُهُمْtheir souls سَالِكَهْpassing
بِحَيْثُ أَرْوَاحُهُمْ سَالِكَهْ
She passes through the bodies of humankind,
It moves through the bodies of the people of the earth
Where their souls pass.
Where their spirits are wandering.
قَدْindeed كَتَبَhas written الحُسْنُbeauty عَلَىon خَدِّهَاher cheek
قَدْ كَتَبَ الحُسْنُ عَلَى خَدِّهَا
كُلُّall دَمٍblood أَنْتِyou (feminine) لَهُof it سَافِكَهْa shedder
كُلُّ دَمٍ أَنْتِ لَهُ سَافِكَهْ
Beauty has written on her cheek:
Beauty has written on her cheek
"You are the one who sheds all blood."
For every blood shed you are its spiller.
Sol 6.1