لَناours is سَكَنٌa beloved لَمdid not يَسكُنِinhabit الشِعرُhair خَدَّهُhis cheek
لَنا سَكَنٌ لَم يَسكُنِ الشِعرُ خَدَّهُ
يَهُزُّhe stirs فُؤاديmy heart كُلَّماwhenever هَزَّhe sways قَدَّهُhis frame
يَهُزُّ فُؤادي كُلَّما هَزَّ قَدَّهُ
Ours is a beloved on whose cheek no hair has settled.
He stirs my heart whenever he sways his frame.
هُوَhe الظُبىthe gazelle إِلّاexcept أَنَّهُthat he كُلُّevery ضَيغَمٍlion
هُوَ الظُبى إِلّا أَنَّهُ كُلُّ ضَيغَمٍ
إِذاwhen ما(emphatic particle) رَآهُhe sees him وَدَّhe wishes لَوif only كانَhe were عَبدَهُhis slave
إِذا ما رَآهُ وَدَّ لَو كانَ عَبدَهُ
He is a gazelle, yet every lion,
Upon seeing him, wishes he were his slave.
Sol 6.1