أُمَّهاتُthe mothers الثِمارِthe fruits بَينَamong الرَوابيthe hills
أُمَّهاتُ الثِمارِ بَينَ الرَوابي
تائِهاتٌproud يَلبَسنَthey wear خُضرَgreen الثِيابِthe robes
تائِهاتٌ يَلبَسنَ خُضرَ الثِيابِ
The mothers of fruit among the hills
Mothers of fruits amidst the meadows stray
Are proud, wearing green robes.
Wearing their robes of green in disarray
وَبَناتُand the daughters الكُرومِthe vines تُجلىare unveiled بِماwith what قَدalready
وَبَناتُ الكُرومِ تُجلى بِما قَد
صاغَهُfashioned it الماءُthe water مِنfrom عُقودِnecklaces الحَبابِthe bubbles
صاغَهُ الماءُ مِن عُقودِ الحَبابِ
And the daughters of the vines are unveiled with what
While daughters of the vines reveal the beads
Water has fashioned from necklaces of bubbles.
That water wove as necklaces of seeds
فَاِلهُso make merry ماas long as دامَremains لِلشَقيقِfor the anemone خَلوقٌsaffron perfume
فَاِلهُ ما دامَ لِلشَقيقِ خَلوقٌ
تَنثُرُscatters السُحبُthe clouds فيهِin it مِسكَmusk الضَبابِthe mist
تَنثُرُ السُحبُ فيهِ مِسكَ الضَبابِ
So make merry while the anemone still has saffron perfume,
For as long as cornflowers their being keep
In which the clouds scatter the musk of mist.
Clouds strew their musky mists as they weep
Sol 6.1