وَيَوْمٍand on a day فَاخِتِيِّdove-gray اللَّوْنِin color خِلْنَاwe imagined
وَيَوْمٍ فَاخِتِيِّ اللَّوْنِ خِلْنَا
بِهِin it شَمْسًاa sun تَجَلْبَبَتِcloaked herself in السَّحَابَاthe clouds
بِهِ شَمْسًا تَجَلْبَبَتِ السَّحَابَا
And on a dove-gray day, we imagined
And on a day pale of color we strolled
the sun there had cloaked herself in clouds,
With a sun veiled by clouds that rolled
كَسَافِرَةِlike an unveiled woman الْحَيَاmodesty جَاهَاcame to her رَقِيبٌa watcher
كَسَافِرَةِ الْحَيَا جَاهَا رَقِيبٌ
فَخَافَتْهُso she feared him فَأرْسَلَتِso she let fall النِّقَابَاthe face veil
فَخَافَتْهُ فَأرْسَلَتِ النِّقَابَا
like a woman bare of modesty whom a watcher approached;
Like a maiden wary of life's sentinel
she feared him, and so let down her veil.
Who, fearing his gaze, drew down her veil
Sol 6.1