Sol 6.1

  1. يَا فَتَاةٌ يَجْلُو النُّبُوغُ حُلاَهَا

    وَلَهَا مِنْ كَرَامَةٍ مَا تَشَاءُ

    O maiden whose charms genius burnishes,

    and who has all the honor she desires.

  2. أَتُرِيدِينَ فِي كِتَابِكِ شَعْراً

    هُوَ سؤْرٌ بِمُهْجَتِي أَوْ ذَمَاءُ

    Do you wish for verse in your book—

    the dregs within my heart, or life's last remnant?

  3. ذَاكَ فَضْلٌ يَتِيحُ لأَسْمَى فَخْراً

    أَحْرَزَتْهُ مِنْ قَبْلِهِ أَسْمَاءُ

    That is a kindness granting my name an honor

    that other names have won before it.

  4. فَاقْبَلِي هذِهِ القَوَافِي أُزْجِيَها

    وَفِيَها تَحِيَّة وَثَنَاءُ

    So accept these rhymes I offer,

    with a greeting and praise within them.

  5. لَيْسَ بِدْعاً وَأَنْتِ مَا أَنْتِ أَنْ

    أَطْنَبَ فِيكِ الْكِتَابُ وَالشُّعَرَاءُ

    It is no wonder, you being who you are, that

    writers and poets have praised you at length.

  6. أَدَبٌ رَائِعٌ ونَظْمٌ وَنَثْرٌ

    كُلُّ لَفْظِ يَشِعُّ مِنْهُ ضِيَاءُ

    Splendid literature, and verse, and prose—

    light radiates from every word.

  7. وَلِسَانٌ طَلْقٌ وَلَحْظٌ يَرَى الغَيْ

    بَ وَجَفْنٌ يَغِضُّ مِنْهُ الحَياءُ

    And a fluent tongue, and a gaze that sees the unseen,

    and an eyelid that modesty lowers.

  8. كَيْفَ لا يَسْتَبِيهُمْ ذلِكَ الوَجْهُ

    البَدِيعُ الحَلِّيُّ وَذَاكَ الذَّكَاءُ

    How could that face fail to captivate them—

    so wondrously adorned—and that intelligence?

  9. مَا مَعَانِيهُمُ الحِسَانُ لَدَى

    أَدْنَى مَعَانِيكِ أَيُّهَا الحَسْنَاءُ

    What are their lovely thoughts beside

    the least of yours, O beautiful one?