إِنَّindeed الغَوانِيَthe beautiful women قَتَّلَتhave slain عُشّاقَهاtheir lovers
إِنَّ الغَوانِيَ قَتَّلَت عُشّاقَها
ياoh لَيتَwould that مَنwhoever جَهَلَhas not known الصَبابَةَlove's longing ذاقَهاtasted it
يا لَيتَ مَن جَهَلَ الصَبابَةَ ذاقَها
Indeed, the fair women have slain their lovers.
Oh, would that whoever has not known love's longing might taste it!
فيin صُدغِهِنَّtheir temple-locks عَقارِبٌscorpions يَلسَعنَناthey sting us
في صُدغِهِنَّ عَقارِبٌ يَلسَعنَنا
ماnot مَنanyone whom لَسَعنَthey have stung بِواجِدٍable to find تِرياقِهاtheir antidote
ما مَن لَسَعنَ بِواجِدٍ تِرياقِها
In their temple-locks are scorpions that sting us.
None whom they have stung can find their antidote.
إِنَّindeed الشِفاءَthe cure عِناقُembracing كُلِّevery خَريدَةٍbashful maiden
إِنَّ الشِفاءَ عِناقُ كُلِّ خَريدَةٍ
كَالخَيزُرانَةِlike a bamboo stalk لاnot نَمَلُّwe tire of عِناقَهاembracing her
كَالخَيزُرانَةِ لا نَمَلُّ عِناقَها
Indeed, the cure is embracing every bashful maiden,
Like a bamboo stalk—we never tire of embracing her.
بيضٌfair-skinned women تُشَبَّهُare likened بِالحِقاقِto little caskets ثُديُّهاtheir breasts
بيضٌ تُشَبَّهُ بِالحِقاقِ ثُديُّها
مِنof عاجَةٍivory حَكَتِresembled الثُديُّthe breasts حِقاقَهاits little caskets
مِن عاجَةٍ حَكَتِ الثُديُّ حِقاقَها
They are fair-skinned; their breasts are likened to little caskets
Of ivory, whose little caskets their breasts resemble.
يُدميmakes bleed الحَريرُsilk جُلودَهُنَّtheir skins وَإِنَّماand only
يُدمي الحَريرُ جُلودَهُنَّ وَإِنَّما
يُكسَينَthey are clothed مِنof حُلَلِrobes الحَريرِsilk رِقاقَهاthe delicate ones among them
يُكسَينَ مِن حُلَلِ الحَريرِ رِقاقَها
Silk makes their skin bleed, and yet
They are clothed only in delicate silk robes.
زانَتhave adorned رَوادِفَهاtheir buttocks دِقاقُthe slender ones خُصورِهاtheir waists
زانَت رَوادِفَها دِقاقُ خُصورِها
إِنّيindeed I أُحِبُّlove مِنَamong الخُصورِwaists دِقاقَهاthe slender ones among them
إِنّي أُحِبُّ مِنَ الخُصورِ دِقاقَها
Their slender waists have lent beauty to their buttocks.
Indeed, among waists, I love the slender ones.
إِنَّindeed الَّتيshe whose طَرَقَvisited by night الرِجالَmen خَيالُهاher phantom
إِنَّ الَّتي طَرَقَ الرِجالَ خَيالُها
ماnot كُنتُI was زائِرَهاher visitor وَلاand not طَرّاقَهاher frequent night-visitor
ما كُنتُ زائِرَها وَلا طَرّاقَها
Indeed, she whose phantom has visited men by night—
I have never visited her, nor been her frequent caller by night.
Sol 6.1