ومُدامةٍand a wine كحشاشةlike the last remnant of النفسِlife
ومُدامةٍ كحشاشة النفسِ
لَطُفتwas subtle عنbeyond الإدراكperception باللمسِby touch
لَطُفت عن الإدراك باللمسِ
And a wine like the last breath of life,
With a euphoria like the flutter of the soul
too subtle to be perceived by touch.
That transcends understanding through its touch
لنسيمهاfor its breeze فيin قلبِthe heart of شاربهاits drinker
لنسيمها في قلبِ شاربها
رَوْحsolace الرجاءِof hope وراحةand the repose of اليأسdespair
رَوْح الرجاءِ وراحة اليأس
Its breeze brings to its drinker's heart
For he who drinks of its breeze in his heart
the solace of hope and the repose of despair.
Finds the spirit of hope and the comfort of despair
وتَمدُّand it extends فيin أملthe hope of ابنthe son of نشوتهاits intoxication
وتَمدُّ في أمل ابن نشوتها
حتىuntil يؤملhe hopes for مرجعَthe return of الأمسyesterday
حتى يؤمل مرجعَ الأمس
And it extends the hope of the son of its intoxication,
It stretches his yearning as long as intoxication lasts
until he hopes for yesterday's return.
Until he hopes for the return of yesterday
Sol 6.1