جَانِبُ المِرْسَمِ مَسَّتْهُ لَظىً

جَانِبُ المِرْسَمِ مَسَّتْهُ لَظىً

وَهْيَ بِالتَّصْويرِ عَنَّهُ تَشْتَغِلْ

وَهْيَ بِالتَّصْويرِ عَنَّهُ تَشْتَغِلْ

A flame touched the side of the studio,

The heat of the canvas overwhelmed her

While she was absorbed in painting, heedless of it.

As she busied herself with portraying it

فَانْثَنَتْ تُطْفِئُهُ هَلاَّ رَأَت

فَانْثَنَتْ تُطْفِئُهُ هَلاَّ رَأَت

حَوْلَهَا كَمْ مِنْ قُلُوبٍ تَشْتَعِلْ

حَوْلَهَا كَمْ مِنْ قُلُوبٍ تَشْتَعِلْ

So she turned to extinguish it—why did she not see

She bent to extinguish it when she saw

How many hearts were burning around her?

Around her so many hearts set ablaze