رَنَتْshe gazed فَأَصَابَتْand struck سِرَّthe hidden core of قلبيmy heart بِلَحْظَةٍwith a glance
رَنَتْ فَأَصَابَتْ سِرَّ قلبي بِلَحْظَةٍ
لَهَاfor it فيin الحَشَىthe inner breast لَذْعٌa burning sting وَلَيْسَand there is no لَهَاfor it جُرْحُwound
لَهَا في الحَشَى لَذْعٌ وَلَيْسَ لَهَا جُرْحُ
She gazed, and with a glance struck my heart's hidden core.
She glanced and touched a secret chamber of my heart
It stings within my breast, yet leaves no wound.
With a sting inside the ribs but left no outward hurt;
وَقَدْand already حَسَرَتْshe unveiled عنfrom واضِحِbright الفَرْقِthe hair-parting فاحِمٍjet-black
وَقَدْ حَسَرَتْ عن واضِحِ الفَرْقِ فاحِمٍ
كَخَطَّيْlike two lines of ظَلاَمٍdarkness شُقَّwas cleft بَيْنَهُماbetween them both صُبْحُdawn
كَخَطَّيْ ظَلاَمٍ شُقَّ بَيْنَهُما صُبْحُ
And she had unveiled jet-black hair with a bright parting,
And drew the veil from features lit with inner fire
Like two lines of darkness, with dawn cleft between them.
Like twin black lines of night parted by morning's light.
Sol 6.1