وَلَمّاand when سَطَرتُI inscribed الطِرسَthe page أَشفَقَgrew anxious ناظِريmy eye
وَلَمّا سَطَرتُ الطِرسَ أَشفَقَ ناظِري
وَقالَand said لِطِرسيto my page سَوفَshall أَمحوكَI erase you بِالهَطلِwith a downpour
وَقالَ لِطِرسي سَوفَ أَمحوكَ بِالهَطلِ
And when I inscribed the page, my eye grew anxious,
When I drew the lines, my observer took pity
And said to my page, “I shall erase you with a downpour.
And said to my lines, "I will erase you with rain."
كِلاناboth of us سَوادٌblackness فيin بَياضِwhiteness فَماso what الَّذيthat which
كِلانا سَوادٌ في بَياضِ فَما الَّذي
تَمُنُّyou boast بِهِof it حَتّىso that تُشاهَدَهُمyou behold them قَبليbefore me
تَمُنُّ بِهِ حَتّى تُشاهَدَهُم قَبلي
We are both black within white—so what is it
We are both blackness in whiteness, so what is it
You boast of, that you should behold them before me?”
That you wish for, to be seen before me?
Sol 6.1