كَمhow often تُرهِفُyou sharpen ليfor me صَوارِمَthe swords of الأَجفانِthe eyelids
كَم تُرهِفُ لي صَوارِمَ الأَجفانِ
كَمhow often تُشرعُyou level رُمحَthe spear of قَدِّكَyour stature الفَّتانِthe enchanting
كَم تُشرعُ رُمحَ قَدِّكَ الفَّتانِ
How often you sharpen against me the swords of your eyelids!
How often you level the spear of your enchanting stature!
كَمhow often تَرشُقنُيyou shoot me بِأَسهُمِwith the arrows of اللَّحظِthe glance تُرىI wonder
كَم تَرشُقنُي بِأَسهُمِ اللَّحظِ تُرى
هَلis ...? ثَمَّthere سِوىother than مَصرَعِthe death of صَبٍّa passionate lover عَانِcaptive
هَل ثَمَّ سِوى مَصرَعِ صَبٍّ عَانِ
How often you shoot me with the arrows of your glance! I wonder:
Is there anything but a captive lover's death?
Sol 6.1