وَعَشِيِّand on an evening أُنسٍpleasant company أَضجَعَتنيlaid me down نَشوَةٌrapture
وَعَشِيِّ أُنسٍ أَضجَعَتني نَشوَةٌ
فيهِin it تُمَهِّدُreadies مَضجَعيmy resting place وَتُدَمِّثُand softens
فيهِ تُمَهِّدُ مَضجَعي وَتُدَمِّثُ
And on an evening of pleasant company, rapture laid me down;
In the bliss of an evening I lay down to rest
There it readies my resting place and makes it soft.
As comfort cradles and soothes me to sleep
خَلَعَتdraped عَلَيَّupon me بِهِin it الأَراكَةُthe arak tree ظِلَّهاits shade
خَلَعَت عَلَيَّ بِهِ الأَراكَةُ ظِلَّها
وَالغُصنُand the branch يُصغيlistens attentively وَالحَمامُand the doves يُحَدِّثُconverse
وَالغُصنُ يُصغي وَالحَمامُ يُحَدِّثُ
There the arak tree draped me in its shade,
The canopy above casts its shade o’er my bed
And the branch listens while the doves converse.
The branches whisper and doves softly cheep
وَالشَمسُand the sun تَجنَحُinclines لِلغُروبِtoward sunset مَريضَةًailing
وَالشَمسُ تَجنَحُ لِلغُروبِ مَريضَةً
وَالرَعدُand the thunder يَرقيrecites a healing charm وَالغَمامَةُand the cloud تَنفُثُspits lightly
وَالرَعدُ يَرقي وَالغَمامَةُ تَنفُثُ
And the sun inclines toward sunset, ailing,
The ailing sun drops its wings in the west
And thunder recites a healing charm, and the cloud spits lightly.
As thunder rumbles and clouds darkly seep
Sol 6.1