بَداappeared عِندَbeside صدغَيهِhis two temples لَطيفُfine عِذارِهِhis cheek-down
بَدا عِندَ صدغَيهِ لَطيفُ عِذارِهِ
فَزِدتُso I grew غَراماًin passion لَمdid not يَدَعleave بيَin me مِنany رَمَقْbreath of life
فَزِدتُ غَراماً لَم يَدَع بيَ مِن رَمَقْ
His fine cheek-down appeared beside his temples.
The charming blush upon his cheek revealed itself
So my passion grew, leaving no breath of life in me.
So I fell deeper in love and had no strength remaining
لَظىthe blaze خَدِّهِhis cheek الزّاهيradiant عَلىupon وَردِهِits rose ذَكَتblazed
لَظى خَدِّهِ الزّاهي عَلى وَردِهِ ذَكَت
وَلَولاand were it not for مِياهُwaters الحُسنِbeauty كانَwould have بِهاin it اِحتَرقburned
وَلَولا مِياهُ الحُسنِ كانَ بِها اِحتَرق
The blaze of his radiant cheek flared upon its rose.
The glowing rose upon his cheek was set ablaze
And were it not for beauty's waters, it would have burned in that flame.
And were it not for beauty's waters it would have burned away
تَصاعَدَrose مِنهُfrom it فيamid الخُدودِthe cheeks بُخارُهits vapor
تَصاعَدَ مِنهُ في الخُدودِ بُخارُه
فَأَصبَحَso it became رَيحاناًbasil بِوَجنَتِهto his cheek اِلتَصَقclung
فَأَصبَحَ رَيحاناً بِوَجنَتِه اِلتَصَق
Its vapor rose from it amid the cheeks.
From it the steam rose in his cheeks
So it became basil, clinging to his cheek.
And it became sweet basil clinging to his cheeks
Sol 6.1