أوand do ...? ماnot ترىyou see وجهَthe face of السماءthe sky معّبساًfrowning
أو ما ترى وجهَ السماء معّبساً
والأرضand the earth ضاحكةٌlaughing بوجهٍwith a face مسفرِradiant
والأرض ضاحكةٌ بوجهٍ مسفرِ
Do you not see the sky's face frowning,
The sky's face is not frowning,
And the earth laughing with a radiant face?
The earth is smiling with a radiant face,
وكأنماand as though هيفthe slender ones of الغصونِthe boughs معاطفٌcurving figures
وكأنما هيف الغصونِ معاطفٌ
تختالstrut فيin ذيلthe train of النباتthe vegetation الأخضرgreen
تختال في ذيل النبات الأخضر
And the slender boughs seem like graceful figures,
As if the branches are cloaks
Strutting in the train of the green herbage.
Swaying at the hem of the green vegetation,
وفواقعٌand bubbles صفرٌyellow تزانare adorned بناصعٍwith a brilliant hue
وفواقعٌ صفرٌ تزان بناصعٍ
كالتّبرِlike gold رصّعinlaid بالعقيقwith carnelian الأحمرred
كالتّبرِ رصّع بالعقيق الأحمر
And yellow bubbles are adorned with a brilliant hue,
And yellow raindrops balanced with brightness
Like gold inlaid with red carnelian.
Like ruby studded with red agate,
ومعنبرand ambergris-scented الأنفاسthe breaths مسَّكهُperfumed it with musk الحياthe rain
ومعنبر الأنفاس مسَّكهُ الحيا
وتراهُand you see it ممسَّكٍmusk-scented ومعنبرand ambergris-scented
وتراهُ ممسَّكٍ ومعنبر
And one with ambergris-scented breath has been perfumed with musk by the rain;
And the ambergris of breaths is held together by life
And you see it scented with musk and ambergris.
You can see it held together and ambergris,
وكأنَّand it is as though شاديناour singer يهزّsways قوامهُhis figure
وكأنَّ شادينا يهزّ قوامهُ
ثملٌdrunk وليسand he is not بشاربٍa drinker منof مسكرan intoxicant
ثملٌ وليس بشاربٍ من مسكر
And our singer, swaying his figure, seems
It is as if our wine bearer shakes his stature,
Drunk, though he drinks no intoxicant.
Drunk but not having drunk an intoxicant,
تسريtravel by night لحاظthe glances of عيونناour eyes منfrom شعرهhis hair
تسري لحاظ عيوننا من شعره
وجبينهُand his forehead فيin جنحthe gloom of ليلa night مقمرmoonlit
وجبينهُ في جنح ليل مقمر
Our eyes' glances travel from his hair
The hair of his eyes flows over us
And his forehead, in the gloom of a moonlit night.
And his forehead is in a wing of an illuminated night,
ومنand among العجائبthe wonders منعُdenial وردِdrinking from رضابهhis saliva
ومن العجائب منعُ وردِ رضابه
لمhas not يخلُbeen devoid داخلُone entering جنَّةٍa paradise منof كوثرKawthar
لم يخلُ داخلُ جنَّةٍ من كوثر
And it is a marvel to be denied a draught of his saliva:
And of wonders, the prevented roses of his cheeks
No one entering a paradise has ever lacked Kawthar.
Did not lack the interior of a paradise of Kawthar.
Sol 6.1