بيI am smitten كَعبَةُthe Kaaba الحسنِbeauty البَديعَةِwondrous وَجههhis face
بي كَعبَةُ الحسنِ البَديعَةِ وَجهه
يَسعىhasten لَهاto it أَهلُthe people of الغَرامِpassionate love مِنَamong الوَرىhumankind
يَسعى لَها أَهلُ الغَرامِ مِنَ الوَرى
I am smitten with him whose face is beauty’s wondrous Kaaba.
His face is like the Kaaba of sublime beauty
The lovers among humankind hasten to it.
And lovesick souls from all the world make pilgrimage to it
نَصَبset up الجَمالُBeauty مِنَfrom العِذارِthe cheek-down لِسَعيِهمfor their running
نَصَب الجَمالُ مِنَ العِذارِ لِسَعيِهم
فيon كُلّeach خَدٍّcheek مِنهُof him مِيلاًa milepost أَخضَراgreen
في كُلّ خَدٍّ مِنهُ مِيلاً أَخضَرا
From his cheek-down, Beauty has raised for their running
His charm has pitched the tents of coquetry to entice them
a green milepost on each of his cheeks.
With a green incline on every cheek to draw them on
Sol 6.1