مَرَّ بِنا يَهتَزُّ في خَطوِهِ
ما بَينَ أَغصانٍ وَأَقمارِ
He passed us by, swaying in his stride,
between boughs and moons.
يُديرُ في أَنمُلِهِ وَردَةً
جاءَت مِنَ المِسكِ بِأَخبارِ
He turns a rose between his fingertips,
bringing tidings of musk.
يَلوحُ في حُمرَتِها صُفرَةٌ
كَالخَدِّ مَنقوطاً بِدينارِ
Amid its redness glimmers a touch of yellow,
like a cheek dotted with a gold dinar.
Sol 5.6