ظَلومٌ قَد رَأَيناها
فَلَم نَرَ مِثلَها بَشَرا
Ẓalūm, the cruel one—we have seen her,
yet never have we seen a mortal like her.
يَزيدُكَ وَجهُها حُسناً
إِذا ما زِدتَهُ نَظَرا
Her face grows ever more beautiful to you
the longer you gaze upon it.
إِذا ما اللَّيلُ سالَ عَلَي
كِ بِالظَلماءِ وَاِعتَكَرا
When night flows down upon—
you in black darkness and grows dense,
وَدَجَّ فَلَم يَكُن قَمَرٌ
فَأَبرِزها تَكُن قَمَرا
and turns pitch-dark, with no moon,
then bring her forth—she will be a moon.
Sol 5.6