شارَفتُI drew near بِمُلتَقىat the meeting place of القِبابِthe tents الجونِthe black
شارَفتُ بِمُلتَقى القِبابِ الجونِ
بيضاًfair women سحرتbewitched بلبّيَupon my mind المَفتونِspellbound
بيضاً سحرت بلبّيَ المَفتونِ
I drew near, where the black tents meet,
I approached the meeting place of the tents
to fair women who bewitched my spellbound mind.
White, my infatuated heart was bewitched
يَكشِفنَthey unveil وُجوهَهُنَّtheir faces زَهواًproudly لَكِنbut
يَكشِفنَ وُجوهَهُنَّ زَهواً لَكِن
يَضربنَthey erect مِنof العَفافِchastity سَدّاًa barrier دونيbefore me
يَضربنَ مِن العَفافِ سَدّاً دوني
They unveil their faces proudly, yet
They revealed their faces radiantly but
raise a barrier of chastity before me.
Struck from chastity a barrier before me
Sol 6.1