بِروحِيَwith my soul نَجلُson الخدِّthe cheek وردُrose خُدودِهِhis cheeks
بِروحِيَ نَجلُ الخدِّ وردُ خُدودِهِ
وإِنَّand indeed أَخاهُhis brother المِسكthe musk فيهَin it الجَمالُbeauty
وإِنَّ أَخاهُ المِسك فيهَ الجَمالُ
My soul for the cheek’s son—the rose of his cheeks!
With my spirit the rose is the son of cheeks
And indeed his brother, musk, is where beauty resides.
And that his brother musk is in it beauty
مُرِcommand الوردَthe rose يَدعوto call المسكِthe musk حبّيmy love بِخالِهِas its maternal uncle
مُرِ الوردَ يَدعو المسكِ حبّي بِخالِهِ
فَقَدfor indeed صَحَّit is established أَنّthat المِسكَthe musk لِلوردِto the rose خالُa maternal uncle; also a mole
فَقَد صَحَّ أَنّ المِسكَ لِلوردِ خالُ
Bid the rose, my love, to call musk its maternal uncle.
Pass by the rose calling musk my love for his moles
For musk is truly the rose’s maternal uncle—its mole.
For it is true that musk is for the rose a mole
Sol 6.1