وَفَاتِنَةِand an enchanting woman الْحَدِيثِspeech لَهَاshe has نِكَاتٌwitticisms
وَفَاتِنَةِ الْحَدِيثِ لَهَا نِكَاتٌ
تَحُولُintervene بِسِحْرِهَاby their magic دُونَin the way of الْمَرَامِthe desired goal
تَحُولُ بِسِحْرِهَا دُونَ الْمَرَامِ
And a woman of enchanting speech has witty quips
The charmer of conversation, her wit delights,
That, by their magic, stand in the way of my desire.
With her magic she steers my desires awry.
شَكَوْتُI complained لَهَاto her ضَنَىwasting sickness جَسَدِيmy body فَقَالَتْso she said
شَكَوْتُ لَهَا ضَنَى جَسَدِي فَقَالَتْ
بِطَرْفِيin my gaze مَاwhat بِجِسْمِكَin your body مِنْof سَقَامِsickness
بِطَرْفِي مَا بِجِسْمِكَ مِنْ سَقَامِ
I complained to her of my body's wasting, and she said,
I complained of my body’s disdain, and she said
“In my gaze is the sickness that is in your body.”
“There is no sickness in your frame, just my glance.”
فَقُلْتُso I said عِدِيpromise بِوَصْلٍwith union مِنْكِfrom you صَبّاًa lovesick man
فَقُلْتُ عِدِي بِوَصْلٍ مِنْكِ صَبّاً
برَتْهُhas worn him thin يَدُthe hand الصَّبَابَةِyearning وَالْغَرَامِand passion
برَتْهُ يَدُ الصَّبَابَةِ وَالْغَرَامِ
So I said, “Promise union with you to a lovesick man
I implored, “Quench my ardour with your company,”
Whom the hand of yearning and passion has worn thin.”
Molded by the hands of passion and youth.
فَقَالَتْso she said سَوْفَwill تَلْقَانِيyou meet me قَرِيبَاًsoon
فَقَالَتْ سَوْفَ تَلْقَانِي قَرِيبَاً
فَقُلْتُso I said مَتَىwhen فَقَالَتْso she said فِيin الْمَنَامِdreams
فَقُلْتُ مَتَى فَقَالَتْ فِي الْمَنَامِ
Then she said, “You will meet me soon.”
She said “Soon you will find me,”
I said, “When?” She said, “In dreams.”
I asked “When?” She said “In dreams.”
Sol 6.1