أَراهاI see her كَقُرصِlike the disk of الشّمسِthe sun قَدalready طَلَعتshe has risen لناfor us
أَراها كَقُرصِ الشّمسِ قَد طَلَعت لنا
جَهاراًin plain sight علىupon رُمحٍa spear يُخالis thought to be زُمرُّداemerald
جَهاراً على رُمحٍ يُخال زُمرُّدا
I see her like the sun’s disk, already risen for us,
I see it like the sun disk that rose for us
in plain sight upon a spear that seems to be emerald.
Openly on a spear that seems to be emerald