لَمّاwhen هَوَيتُI bent down لِكَيin order to أُقَبِّلهkiss him سَطاhe attacked
لَمّا هَوَيتُ لِكَي أُقَبِّله سَطا
بِحُسامِwith the sword of لَحظٍa glance كادَnearly يَبدوappear مُعدِميmy slayer
بِحُسامِ لَحظٍ كادَ يَبدو مُعدِمي
When I bent down to kiss him, he attacked
When I leaned down to kiss it chastely
With the sword of a glance that almost seemed my slayer.
With a glance's swift sword that seemed to undo me
فَجَرىso flowed دَميmy blood فَأصيبَand was struck مِنهُof it بِنُقطَةٍby a drop
فَجَرى دَمي فَأصيبَ مِنهُ بِنُقطَةٍ
كافورُcamphor وَجنَتِهِhis cheek الَّتيwhich لَمnot تسأَمِbe wearied of
كافورُ وَجنَتِهِ الَّتي لَم تسأَمِ
So my blood flowed, and a drop of it struck
My blood flowed and was marked by a drop
The camphor of his cheek, of which one never tired.
Camphor and his lips that did not tire
لاno بِدْعَsurprise إِنif لَصِقَتit clung بِهِto it فَلِأَنَّهُfor it is
لا بِدْعَ إِن لَصِقَت بِهِ فَلِأَنَّهُ
مِنof عادَةِthe habit of الكافورِcamphor إمساكُstanching الدّمِthe blood
مِن عادَةِ الكافورِ إمساكُ الدّمِ
No wonder if the drop clung to it, for it is
It’s no wonder that when pressed to him
Camphor's habit to stanch blood.
Camphor’s habit is to staunch the blood
Sol 6.1