منwho ليfor me بأسمرwith a dusky one كالخطيlike a Khatti spear معتدلاًupright
من لي بأسمر كالخطي معتدلاً
بهfor him أحاديثtales وجديmy longing فيamong الورىpeople سمرevening talk
به أحاديث وجدي في الورى سمر
Who will bring me a dusky one, upright as a Khatti spear?
I long for one with olive skin, well-built
Tales of my longing for him are evening talk among people.
With whom to share my inner thoughts and wiles
أهابhe called بيto me والدجىand the darkness قرcold وأنملهand his fingertips
أهاب بي والدجى قر وأنمله
تديرpass around نارfire سلافpure wine ماnot لهاfor it شررsparks
تدير نار سلاف ما لها شرر
He called to me while the darkness was cold, and his fingertips
He comes to me when night falls, drawing near
Were passing round the fire of pure wine, which had no sparks.
And kindles gentle flames without wild fires
كأناas though (irregular source form) هيit فيin كاساتهاits cups ذهبgold
كأنا هي في كاساتها ذهب
سكبmolten ترصعare set فيalong حافاتهits edges دررpearls
سكب ترصع في حافاته درر
As though it were gold within its cups,
As if his goblets were of purest gold
Molten, with pearls set along its edges.
Inlaid with gems around the rims entire
فياso, oh لهاfor it ليلةa night فيin ظلهاits shade جمعتwere gathered
فيا لها ليلة في ظلها جمعت
منهاfrom it ومنهand from him لعينيfor my eyes الشمسthe sun والقمرand the moon
منها ومنه لعيني الشمس والقمر
Ah, what a night! In its shade were brought together
Oh, blessed night! In its shade we’re embraced
From the wine and from him, before my eyes, the sun and the moon.
My eyes behold the sun, the moon entire
Sol 6.1