وَمُهَفهَفٍand a slender one كَالغُصنِlike a branch فيin حَرَكاتِهِhis movements
وَمُهَفهَفٍ كَالغُصنِ في حَرَكاتِهِ
قَلبيmy heart عَلَيهِtoward him أَرَقُّmore tender مِنthan وَجناتِهِhis cheeks
قَلبي عَلَيهِ أَرَقُّ مِن وَجناتِهِ
And a slender one, like a bough in his movements—
And a slender one, like a branch in his movements—
my heart toward him is more tender than his cheeks.
My heart is more tender toward him than his cheeks.
لَمdid not يَختَبِرtest طَرَفيmy gaze نُبُوَّةَprophethood وَجهِهِhis face
لَم يَختَبِر طَرَفي نُبُوَّةَ وَجهِهِ
إِلّاexcept that أَصابَfound الحُسنَbeauty مِنamong حَسَناتِهِhis virtues
إِلّا أَصابَ الحُسنَ مِن حَسَناتِهِ
Never has my gaze tested his face’s aloofness
My gaze never tested the prophethood of his face
without finding beauty among his graces.
Without finding beauty among his virtues.
قَدhas ضَلَّstrayed فَكريmy thought عِنfrom طَريقِthe path صَوابِهِits correctness
قَد ضَلَّ فَكري عِن طَريقِ صَوابِهِ
مُذsince صارَbegan يَطمَعُto aspire فيto بُلوغِreaching صِفاتِهِhis qualities
مُذ صارَ يَطمَعُ في بُلوغِ صِفاتِهِ
My thought has strayed from the path of its arguments
My thought has strayed from its proper path
ever since it began aspiring to reach his qualities.
Since it began aspiring to fathom his qualities.
