وَنَشوانَand a tipsy man غَنَّتهُsang to him حَمامَةُa dove أَيكَةٍof a grove عَلىat
وَنَشوانَ غَنَّتهُ حَمامَةُ أَيكَةٍ عَلى
حينَa time when طَرفُthe eye النَجمِof the star قَدalready هَمَّwas about أَنto يَكرىdoze
حينَ طَرفُ النَجمِ قَد هَمَّ أَن يَكرى
And one enraptured, sung to by a dove of the grove, at the
And a tipsy man was serenaded by a dove in a grove at
hour when the star’s eye was on the verge of sleep;
the hour when the star's eye was about to doze.
فَهَبَّso he awoke وَريحُand the breeze الفَجرِof dawn عاطِرَةُfragrant الجَنىthe fruit
فَهَبَّ وَريحُ الفَجرِ عاطِرَةُ الجَنى
لَطيفَةُgentle مَسِّtouch البَردِcoolness طَيِّبَةُpleasant المَسرىthe course
لَطيفَةُ مَسِّ البَردِ طَيِّبَةُ المَسرى
he rose, while the dawn breeze was fragrant with what it had gathered,
So he awoke, the dawn breeze fragrant with fruit,
delicate in its cool touch, sweet in its night-passage.
gentle in its cool touch, pleasant in its course.
وَطافَand he roamed بِهاabout it وَاللَيلُwhile the night قَدalready رَثَّgrew threadbare بُردُهُits cloak
وَطافَ بِها وَاللَيلُ قَد رَثَّ بُردُهُ
وَلِلصُبحِand for dawn فيin أُخرىthe last part of الدُجىdarkness مَنكِبٌa shoulder يُعرىis bared
وَلِلصُبحِ في أُخرى الدُجى مَنكِبٌ يُعرى
He roamed with it, while night’s mantle had grown threadbare,
And he roamed about it, while night's cloak had grown threadbare,
and dawn, in the last reaches of darkness, had a shoulder laid bare.
and in the last of darkness, dawn's shoulder was being bared.
وَأَصغىand he listened إِلىto لَحنٍa melody فَصيحٍeloquent يَهُزُّهُstirs him
وَأَصغى إِلى لَحنٍ فَصيحٍ يَهُزُّهُ
كَماjust as هَزَّswayed نَشرُfragrant breath الريحِof the wind رَيحانَةًa sprig of basil سَكرىdrunken
كَما هَزَّ نَشرُ الريحِ رَيحانَةً سَكرى
He listened to an eloquent melody that shook him,
And he listened to an eloquent melody that stirred him,
as the wind’s waft shakes a drunken sprig of basil.
as the wind's fragrant breath swayed a drunken sprig of basil.
تَهَشَّrejoices إِلَيهِin it النَفسُthe soul حَتّىuntil كَأَنَّهُas though it were
تَهَشَّ إِلَيهِ النَفسُ حَتّى كَأَنَّهُ
عَلىupon كَبِدٍa liver نُعمىa blessing وَفيand in أُذُنٍan ear بُشرىglad tidings
عَلى كَبِدٍ نُعمى وَفي أُذُنٍ بُشرى
The soul warmed eagerly to it, until it seemed
The soul rejoices in it, until it seems
a blessing upon the heart’s core, and glad tidings in the ear.
a blessing upon the liver, and glad tidings in the ear.
Sol 6.1