مَنْ لِذَاكَ الطَّبَرْزَذِ الْمَسْحُوقِ
وَلِذَاكَ اللَّوْزِ الطَّرِي الْمَدْقُوقِ
Who is there for that powdered rock sugar,
Who can match that crushed tabarzad
and for those fresh, pounded almonds?
And that peeled soft almond
وَدَقِيْقُ السِّمْيِذِ يُعْجَنُ بِالْمَا
وَرْدِ عُلِّى بِمِسْكِهِ المَسْحُوقِ
And semolina flour is kneaded with
When semolina dough is kneaded with water
rosewater and topped with its powdered musk.
And scent of musk is kneaded into perfume
ضُمَّ أَجْزَاؤُهُ وَأُلِّفَ أَجْسَا
ماً حَوَتْ كُلَّ مَطْعَمٍ مَوْمُوقِ
Its ingredients were combined and fashioned into
Its ingredients are combined and unified
forms containing every beloved delicacy.
Into a substance that contains every delicacy
ثُمَّ صَفُّوهُ كَالأَهِلَّةِ لاَحَتْ
لِمَوَاقِيْتِهَا حِيَالَ الشُّرُوقِ
Then they arranged it like crescent moons appearing
Then strain it like a fine cloth that faces
at their appointed times, facing the sunrise.
The horizons at daybreak
مَا رَأَيْنَا كَخُشْكِنَانِكَكَ المَوْ
صُوفِ رَعْيَاً لِحَقِّهِ فِي الحُقُوقِ
We have seen nothing like your khushkinanak,
We have not seen clove trees like your well-groomed
as described, giving it its due among all rightful claims.
Ones, pasturing on their rightful land
أَيُّ قَلْبٍ إِلَيْهِ غَيْرُ مَشُوقٍ
أَيُّ طَرْفٍ إِلَيْهِ غَيْرُ عَلُوقِ
What heart does not yearn for it?
What heart is not infatuated with it
What eye is not captivated by it?
What glance is not tempted by it
غِبْتَ عَنِّي فَغَابَ عَنِّي نَصِيْبِي
أَنْتَ عِنْدِي بِذَاكَ غَيْرُ خَلِيْقِ
You were absent from me, so my share was absent too.
You went away from me, so my fortune went away
In my view, that does not befit you.
With that gone, you are no longer suited for me
لِيْسَ لِي مِنْهُ غَيْرَ أَنِّي إِذَا مَا
عَنَّ لِي ذِكْرُهُ أَغَصُّ بِرِيْقِي
I have nothing of it, except that whenever
I have nothing of it left except that whenever
the thought of it comes to me, I choke on my saliva.
Its memory refreshes, I choke on my saliva
Sol 6.1