برزتَ للنّاسِ في قميصٍ
أَكْحَلِ مِنْ طَرْفِكَ الكحيلِ
You appeared before the people in a shirt
Darker than your kohl-rimmed eye.
فيك من الحُسْنِ كلُّ فنّ
وفيك للنفس كلُّ سُول
In you is every art of beauty,
And in you is every wish of the soul.
كيف اتَّخَذْتَ الحِدادَ لُبْساً
ولستَ تَأْسى على القتيل
How have you taken mourning as your dress
When you do not grieve for the slain?
Sol 6