ومطلعةِand she who raises الشموسِthe suns علىupon غصونٍboughs
ومطلعةِ الشموسِ على غصونٍ
مُضَاحِكَةٍsmiling عنto reveal الدّرّthe pearls المصونِwell-guarded
مُضَاحِكَةٍ عن الدّرّ المصونِ
And she who makes suns rise upon boughs,
The sun rises over branches
smiling to reveal well-guarded pearls—
Laughing at the guarded pearls
كأنّas though السحرَmagic جيءَwas brought بهwith it طبيباًas a physician
كأنّ السحرَ جيءَ به طبيباً
ليبرئهنّto cure them مِنْof سَقَمsickness العيونِthe eyes
ليبرئهنّ مِنْ سَقَم العيونِ
as though magic had been brought as a physician
As though magic was brought as a healer
to cure them of the sickness of the eyes.
To cure their sick eyes
فلمّاbut when لمdid not يجدْfind فيهاin her علاجاًa cure
فلمّا لم يجدْ فيها علاجاً
أقامَhe remained محَيَّراًbewildered بينbetween الجفونِthe eyelids
أقامَ محَيَّراً بين الجفونِ
But when he found no cure in her,
But finding no remedy in them
he remained bewildered between the eyelids.
It remained perplexed between the eyelids
ولمand did not أرَI see قبلهاbefore her مُقَلاًeyes مِرَاضاًailing
ولم أرَ قبلها مُقَلاً مِرَاضاً
مُحَرَّكَةَstirred الملاحةِloveliness بالسكونِby stillness
مُحَرَّكَةَ الملاحةِ بالسكونِ
And before her I had never seen ailing eyes
And I never saw before her a glancing coquette
whose loveliness was stirred by stillness.
Stirring grace with stillness
تُنَفَّذُare driven through فيinto القلوبthe hearts لهاof hers سهامٌarrows
تُنَفَّذُ في القلوب لها سهامٌ
مُنَصَّلَةٌtipped بفولاذِwith the steel of المَنُونِdeath
مُنَصَّلَةٌ بفولاذِ المَنُونِ
Her arrows are driven into hearts,
She shoots arrows into hearts
tipped with the steel of death.
Barbed with the steel of yearning