مَرَرْتُI passed بِوَادِيthrough the valley of النَّمْلِthe ants مِنْfrom فَوْقِabove خَدِّهِhis cheek
مَرَرْتُ بِوَادِي النَّمْلِ مِنْ فَوْقِ خَدِّهِ
وَقَدْand had already خَافَfeared سُلْطَانَthe sovereign of الْهَوَىpassion وَتَكَلَّمَاand spoke
وَقَدْ خَافَ سُلْطَانَ الْهَوَى وَتَكَلَّمَا
I passed through the valley of ants atop his cheek,
I passed by the valley of ants above its cheek
And they had feared the sovereign of passion and spoken.
And he had feared the authority of passion, so they conversed
وَكَانَand was سُلَيْمَانُSolomon الْجَمالِbeauty بِثَغْرِهِat his mouth
وَكَانَ سُلَيْمَانُ الْجَمالِ بِثَغْرِهِ
يُصِيخُlistens attentively لِمَاto what جَاءَتْcame بِهِwith it فَتَبَسَّمَاthen he smiled
يُصِيخُ لِمَا جَاءَتْ بِهِ فَتَبَسَّمَا
And at his mouth was the Solomon of beauty,
Solomon of beauty was, with his mouth
Listening to what they had conveyed; then he smiled.
Crying out at what she had brought, so they both smiled