عادتْshe returned وقدand already كبُرتْshe had grown فَتاتيmy girl واستَوىand ripened
عادتْ وقد كبُرتْ فَتاتي واستَوى
عِنَبُgrapes الشِّفاهِthe lips، وصارَand became كَـرْمًاa vineyard مِنof لمَىdusky lip-color
عِنَبُ الشِّفاهِ، وصارَ كَـرْمًا مِن لمَى
My girl returned, now grown, and ripe grew
She returned, now grown, my little girl
the grapes of her lips, becoming a vineyard of dusky hue.
Her lips ripe as grapes, her figure a date palm.
وَصغيرتيand my little one مَهماhowever much تَطاولَrises حُسْنهاher beauty
وَصغيرتي مَهما تَطاولَ حُسْنها
تبقىshe remains التيthe one who بالأمسِyesterday مِنهاfrom her قدْhad هَمَىpoured down
تبقى التي بالأمسِ مِنها قدْ هَمَى
And my little one, however high her beauty rises,
No matter how my little one's beauty grows,
remains the one from whom, yesterday, poured
She stays the one whose loss I lamented before.
قلبيْmy heart عَلىupon وَجْهِthe face of المحبَّةِlove صامِتًاsilent
قلبيْ عَلى وَجْهِ المحبَّةِ صامِتًا
حتَّىuntil التقيناwe met... والوَدَاعُand farewell تَكلّماspoke
حتَّى التقينا... والوَدَاعُ تَكلّما
my heart upon the face of love, in silence,
My heart was silent about the face of love
until we met... and farewell spoke.
Until we met again...and farewell spoke.
Sol 6.1