الغَيمُthe cloud يَخلِطُmingles نَوحَهُits lament بِبُكائِهِwith its weeping
الغَيمُ يَخلِطُ نَوحَهُ بِبُكائِهِ
فَاِشرَبso drink عَلىamid العَبَراتِthe tears مِنfrom أَندائِهِits dews
فَاِشرَب عَلى العَبَراتِ مِن أَندائِهِ
The cloud mingles its lament with its weeping.
The clouds mix their wailing with their weeping,
So drink, amid the tears, from its dews—
So drink the tears from their cries.
ذَهَباًgold إِذاwhen ذَهَبَتturned إِلَيهِtoward it مُقلَةٌan eye
ذَهَباً إِذا ذَهَبَت إِلَيهِ مُقلَةٌ
وَقَفَتit paused تُمَتِّعُdelighting لَحظَهاits gaze بِصَفائِهِwith its clarity
وَقَفَت تُمَتِّعُ لَحظَها بِصَفائِهِ
Gold: when an eye turns toward it,
Gold, when a weeping eye turns to it,
It pauses, letting its gaze delight in the gold's clarity.
Stands still, delighting its gaze with its purity,
مَعَwith ذيone endowed with دلالٍcoquetry ماnot نَحَوتُI sought مَسَرَّةًdelight
مَعَ ذي دلالٍ ما نَحَوتُ مَسَرَّةً
حَتّىuntil يَسيرَtravels بِناwith us دَليلُthe guide غِنائِهِof his singing
حَتّى يَسيرَ بِنا دَليلُ غِنائِهِ
With a coy beloved, I sought no delight
With one who points the way I never looked for joy
Until the guide of his singing led us onward,
Until the guide of his singing led us on.
مِنfrom قَبلِbefore أَنthat يَبدوit appears وَالثَرىand the earth لَكَto you عاطِلاًbare
مِن قَبلِ أَن يَبدو وَالثَرى لَكَ عاطِلاً
مِنof تِبرِunworked gold عَبهَرِهِits narcissus وَفَضَّةِand the silver مائِهِof its water
مِن تِبرِ عَبهَرِهِ وَفَضَّةِ مائِهِ
Before it appeared, with the earth bare before you
Before the ground appears to you barren
Of the gold of its narcissus and the silver of its water.
Of the perfume of its dust and the silver of its water.
Sol 6.1