ريمٌa gazelle يَتيهُtakes pride بِحُسنِin the beauty of صورَتِهِhis form
ريمٌ يَتيهُ بِحُسنِ صورَتِهِ
عَبَثَtoyed الفُتورُlanguor بِلَحظِwith the glance of مُقلَتِهِhis eye
عَبَثَ الفُتورُ بِلَحظِ مُقلَتِهِ
A gazelle takes pride in the beauty of his form.
Languor has toyed with the glance of his eye.
وَكَأَنَّand as though عَقرَبَthe scorpion-like curl of صُدغِهِhis temple وَقَفَتhalted
وَكَأَنَّ عَقرَبَ صُدغِهِ وَقَفَت
لَمّاwhen دَنَتit drew near مِنto نارِthe fire of وَجنَتِهِhis cheek
لَمّا دَنَت مِن نارِ وَجنَتِهِ
And the scorpion-curl at his temple seems to have halted
When it drew near the fire of his cheek.
Translation model: Sol 6.1