وَحَدِيقَةٍand a garden عَبَثَplayed النَّسِيمُthe breeze بِزَهْرِهَاwith her blossoms
وَحَدِيقَةٍ عَبَثَ النَّسِيمُ بِزَهْرِهَا
فَأزَالَso he dispelled وِحْشَتَهَاher loneliness وَأضْحَكَand made smile ثَغْرَهَاher mouth
فَأزَالَ وِحْشَتَهَا وَأضْحَكَ ثَغْرَهَا
And a garden—the breeze played with her blossoms,
The breeze toyed with the garden's flowers
So he dispelled her loneliness and made her mouth smile.
It dispelled its gloom and made it smile
وَغَداَand he began يُشَبِّبُsinging of love إذْwhen بَكَتْهُwept for him عُيُونُهَاher eyes
وَغَداَ يُشَبِّبُ إذْ بَكَتْهُ عُيُونُهَا
فَأرَقَّso he made tender بُلْبُلَهَاher nightingale وَسَلْسَلَand made murmur نَهْرَهَاher river
فَأرَقَّ بُلْبُلَهَا وَسَلْسَلَ نَهْرَهَا
And he began singing of love when her eyes wept for him,
Then it grew up, when its eyes wept
So he made her nightingale tender and made her river murmur.
It saddened its bulbul and stilled its stream
Sol 6.1