انظرْLook إلىat شمعةٍa candle مصفرّةyellowed الأدمthe complexion
انظرْ إلى شمعةٍ مصفرّة الأدم
تبيتُshe spends the night ساهرةًawake تبكيweeping مِنَfrom الألمthe pain
تبيتُ ساهرةً تبكي مِنَ الألم
Look at a candle, yellow of complexion.
Behold a candle, yellowed skin
She spends the night awake, weeping from pain.
Staying awake, weeping from pain
تحكيshe resembles المُحبينthe lovers لكنْbut نارُthe fire لوعتهاof her anguish
تحكي المُحبين لكنْ نارُ لوعتها
فيin رأسهاher head لاحشاهاnot her breast فهيso she كالعلمlike a mountain
في رأسها لاحشاها فهي كالعلم
She resembles lovers, but the fire of her anguish
Telling of lovers, but her burning flame
Is in her head, not her breast; so she is like a mountain.
In her head consumes her, she is like a banner
جنتْshe committed an offense علىagainst ظلمةِthe darkness الليلthe night البهيمpitch-black ولمْand did not
جنتْ على ظلمةِ الليل البهيم ولمْ
تشعرْperceive بهاof it فعلتْworked فيهاupon her يدُthe hand الظُلمof injustice
تشعرْ بها فعلتْ فيها يدُ الظُلم
She wronged the darkness of the pitch-black night, and did not
She brought light to the beastly darkness of night
Perceive it; the hand of injustice worked upon her.
And was unaware, so oppression laid its hand on her
Sol 6.1