برقتflashed مَحاسِنُthe charms وَجهِهاher face وَسَرىand flowed بِهِover it
برقت مَحاسِنُ وَجهِها وَسَرى بِهِ
ماءَwater المَحاسِنِthe charms فَاِختَفَتthen she hid بِخبائِهاin her tent
ماءَ المَحاسِنِ فَاِختَفَت بِخبائِها
The charms of her face flashed, and over it flowed
the water of beauty; then she hid in her tent.
فَأَتيتهاso I came to her وَالعينُand the eye قَدalready ظَمِئَتgrew thirsty إِلىfor
فَأَتيتها وَالعينُ قَد ظَمِئَت إِلى
مَرأَىthe sight of مُحيّاهاher face وَنورِand the light of بَهائِهاher splendor
مَرأَى مُحيّاها وَنورِ بَهائِها
So I came to her, my eye already thirsting for
the sight of her face and the light of her splendor.
وَطَلبتand I asked for سُقياquenching العَينِthe eye قالَتshe said فَاِتَّئِدْthen be patient
وَطَلبت سُقيا العَينِ قالَت فَاِتَّئِدْ
ماnot كُلّevery بارِقَةٍlightning flash تَجودُgives generously بِمائِهاof its water
ما كُلّ بارِقَةٍ تَجودُ بِمائِها
And I asked to quench my eye; she said, “Be patient—
not every lightning flash gives freely of its water.”
Sol 6.1