منamong بناتdaughters of الريحthe wind ليI have صفراa yellow-coated mare جفولskittish
من بنات الريح لي صفرا جفول
كنهاas though she ظبيa gazelle الفلاthe wilderness بجفالهاin her skittishness
كنها ظبي الفلا بجفالها
Among the daughters of the wind, I have a skittish, yellow-coated mare.
A daughter of the wind I have, golden-haired filly
She is like a desert gazelle in her skittishness.
As though a gazelle of the dunes with her elegant trot.
منوةthe dream of الخيالthe horseman عسافtamer of الخيولhorses
منوة الخيال عساف الخيول
زينهاher beauty فيin دقهاher fine features وجلالهاand her grand proportions
زينها في دقها وجلالها
The dream of a horseman, a tamer of horses.
A fantasy brought to life, a mare fleet of foot,
Her beauty lies in her fine features and her grand proportions.
Her beauty in her rhythm and majesty.
زينهاher beauty ماnot شفتI have seen وصفهits likeness بالمثولamong likenesses
زينها ما شفت وصفه بالمثول
اللهGod الليthe one who بالجمالwith beauty اصخىwas generous لهاto her
الله اللي بالجمال اصخى لها
I have never seen the like of her beauty in any form.
Never have I seen beauty described when pausing to behold,
God is the one who lavished beauty upon her.
God who has endowed her with such beauty.
تستذيرshies away كحيلتىmy dark-eyed mare منfrom كلevery زولfigure
تستذير كحيلتى من كل زول
ماnot يصخرهاcan tame her سوىexcept خيالهاher rider
ما يصخرها سوى خيالها
My dark-eyed mare shies at every figure.
She dazzles all like my kohl,
None but her rider can tame her.
None can resist her but her fantasy.
اذكرI invoke اللهGod كلevery ماtime قامتshe begins تجولto roam
اذكر الله كل ما قامت تجول
وand احمدI praise اللهGod خصنىHe favored me بحبالهاwith her reins
و احمد الله خصنى بحبالها
I invoke God whenever she sets off to roam.
I remember God whenever she goes for a stroll,
And I praise God for favoring me with her reins.
And thank God who has graced me with her reins.
كنهاas though she تمشيwalks علىto قرعthe beating of الطبولdrums
كنها تمشي على قرع الطبول
فتنىan enchantment الليthe one whose خافقهhis beating heart يبرىis drawn لهاto her
فتنى اللي خافقه يبرى لها
She seems to walk to the beating of drums.
As though she walks to the beat of drums,
An enchantment to anyone whose beating heart is drawn to her.
Tempting is she whose heart beats for her.
ظافيflowing القصهthe forelock علىover الطرفthe gaze الخجولbashful
ظافي القصه على الطرف الخجول
تنكسرbreaks شمسthe sun of العصرthe afternoon بظلالهاin her shadows
تنكسر شمس العصر بظلالها
Her flowing forelock hangs over her bashful gaze.
The tale's climax to the shy ear I have disclosed,
The afternoon sun breaks in her shadows.
The sun of the age is eclipsed by her shadow.
وصفهاher description وصفthe description of السحابclouds الليthat يحولdrift past
وصفها وصف السحاب اللي يحول
كلevery عينeye تستخيلimagines خيالهاher image
كل عين تستخيل خيالها
To describe her is to describe clouds drifting past.
Describing her is like clouds that shuttle
Every eye conjures up her image.
Every eye imagines her image.
اوor كماlike طاريa passing thought علىupon الخاطرthe mind عجولfleeting
او كما طاري على الخاطر عجول
صاحبهits thinker حقيقتهits reality ماnot طالهاhas grasped it
صاحبه حقيقته ما طالها
Or like a fleeting thought upon the mind,
Or like a notion that briefly flashes in the mind,
Whose thinker has never grasped its reality.
Whose reality eludes capture.
كلevery رجلman فيin حياتهhis life لهhe has ميولinclinations
كل رجل في حياته له ميول
والهوايهand the passion تمتلكpossesses رجالهاits men
والهوايه تمتلك رجالها
Every man has his inclinations in life.
Every man in his life has his tendencies,
And a passion takes possession of its men.
And passion holds sway over all men.
Sol 6.1