قالَتshe said وَرَمَتand she cast نَحويَtoward me لحظَa glance الهازيthe mocker
قالَت وَرَمَت نَحويَ لحظَ الهازي
لاno بُدَّescape لِذيfor one with الشيبgray hair منfrom الإِعجازِworking miracles
لا بُدَّ لِذي الشيب من الإِعجازِ
She said, casting a mocking glance my way:
She glanced at me with coy eyes
A gray-haired man must work miracles.
No doubt for one with grey hair there must be miracles
فيin صَيدhunting فؤادهاher heart القَضاياthe rules عُكِسَتwere reversed
في صَيد فؤادها القَضايا عُكِسَت
عَنfrom مُقتَنَصِthe quarry of الغُرابthe crow أَينَwhere البازيthe hawk
عَن مُقتَنَصِ الغُراب أَينَ البازي
In hunting her heart, the rules were reversed:
In trapping her heart matters were reversed
How far the hawk is from the crow’s quarry!
The hawk missed the crow, so where was the falconer?
Sol 6.1