كَأَنَّas though الحَميمَthe hot water عَلىon جِسمِهاher body
كَأَنَّ الحَميمَ عَلى جِسمِها
إِذاwhen اِغتَرَفَتهُshe scoops it up بِأَطماسِهاwith her bowls
إِذا اِغتَرَفَتهُ بِأَطماسِها
As though the hot water on her body,
As if intimacy itself caressed her body
When she scoops it up with her bowls,
When she drew it in with her sleeves
جُمانٌpearls يَجولُmoves about عَلىover فِضَّةٍsilver
جُمانٌ يَجولُ عَلى فِضَّةٍ
جَلَتهُburnished it حَدائِدٌiron tools دَوّاسِهاits smith
جَلَتهُ حَدائِدٌ دَوّاسِها
Were pearls moving over silver,
Clouds wandering over silver
Burnished by its smith’s iron tools.
Polished by the strokes of her bracelets
Sol 6.1