لَيسَis not ريحُthe scent التُفّاحِof the apples عِنديto me بِريحِa scent
لَيسَ ريحُ التُفّاحِ عِندي بِريحِ
لاno وَلَكِنَّهُbut it صَديقٌa friend لِروحيto my soul
لا وَلَكِنَّهُ صَديقٌ لِروحي
The scent of apples is no mere scent to me;
The scent of apples is, to me, no mere scent.
No—it is the friend of my soul:
No—but it is a friend to my soul.
حُمرَةَredness الخَدِّof the cheek وَاِخضِرارَand greenness عِذارٍof cheek-down
حُمرَةَ الخَدِّ وَاِخضِرارَ عِذارٍ
فَمَليحٌso a beauty يَطوفُcircles حَولَaround مَليحِa beauty
فَمَليحٌ يَطوفُ حَولَ مَليحِ
the redness of a cheek and the greenness of its down—
A cheek’s redness and the greenness of cheek-down—
one beauty circling another beauty.
So one beauty circles another beauty.
