قَرَأْتُI read أَسْطَارَكِyour lines الْحِسَانِthe lovely وَكمْand how many
قَرَأْتُ أَسْطَارَكِ الْحِسَانِ وَكمْ
آيَةُa token لَطْفٍof grace فِيin السَّطرِthe line فَالسطْرِthen the next line
آيَةُ لَطْفٍ فِي السَّطرِ فَالسطْرِ
I read your lovely lines—and how many
I read your lines of beauty and how many
Tokens of grace in line after line!
Signs of kindness in each line and verse
أَثْنَيْتِyou praised فِيهَاin them بِمَاwith what تَجَاوَزَنِيwent beyond me
أَثْنَيْتِ فِيهَا بِمَا تَجَاوَزَنِي
إِلَىto مِنْبَرٍa pulpit فِيin عَالَمِthe realm of الزَّهْرِflowers
إِلَى مِنْبَرٍ فِي عَالَمِ الزَّهْرِ
You praised me in them with words that went beyond me
You surpassed me with what you expressed
To a pulpit in the realm of flowers.
To a pulpit in the world of flowers
شَارَفْتُI drew near to مِنْهَاfrom them جَلاَءَunveiling نَفْسِكِyour soul عَنْof
شَارَفْتُ مِنْهَا جَلاَءَ نَفْسِكِ عَنْ
مِنْجَمِa mine of تِبْرٍraw gold يَفِيضُoverflows بِالتَّبرِwith raw gold
مِنْجَمِ تِبْرٍ يَفِيضُ بِالتَّبرِ
Through them I glimpsed your soul's unveiling of
From it I glimpsed the clarity of your soul
A mine of raw gold, overflowing with raw gold.
From a star of pure goodness overflowing with goodness
يُوِقدُkindles فِيهِin it الذَّكَاءُintelligence شِعْلَتَهُits flame
يُوِقدُ فِيهِ الذَّكَاءُ شِعْلَتَهُ
وَيَجْتَنِيand gathers مِنْfrom كنُوِزِهits treasures الْغُرِّthe radiant
وَيَجْتَنِي مِنْ كنُوِزِه الْغُرِّ
There intelligence kindles its flame
In it intelligence ignites its flame
And gathers from its radiant treasures
And reaps from its treasures the precious
فِيin لَيْلَةٍa night وَالنَّهارُand the day يَخْرِجُهَاbrings them forth
فِي لَيْلَةٍ وَالنَّهارُ يَخْرِجُهَا
أَبْكَارَvirgin creations صَوْغٍcrafting مِنَfrom صَدْرِكِyour breast الْبِكْرِthe virgin
أَبْكَارَ صَوْغٍ مِنَ صَدْرِكِ الْبِكْرِ
By night, while day brings them forth
In one night while the day brings them out
As virgin creations wrought from your virgin breast.
As fresh creations from your chaste heart
يَجْلِيshines الْفَتَىthe young man عَابِرُpassing along السَّبِيلِthe road بِهَاthrough them
يَجْلِي الْفَتَى عَابِرُ السَّبِيلِ بِهَا
فَكَيْفَthen how إِنْif مَرَّhe passed مِنْكِfrom you فِيin الْفِكْرِthe mind
فَكَيْفَ إِنْ مَرَّ مِنْكِ فِي الْفِكْرِ
The young wayfarer shines through them;
The wayfarer makes clear with them
How much more, then, if he should cross your mind?
So how will it be if he passes you in thought
Sol 6.1