ألذُّmore delicious منthan مُعَتَّقِaged الرساطونِRasatun wine
ألذُّ من مُعَتَّقِ الرساطونِ
وَقَهْوَتَيْand the two wines of قُطْرُبُّلٍQutrubbul وكِرْكينand Kirkin
وَقَهْوَتَيْ قُطْرُبُّلٍ وكِرْكين
More delicious than aged Rasatun wine,
More delightful than exquisite cocktails
And the two wines of Qutrubbul and Kirkin,
And my coffee of Turkish beans and Kirkuk,
رجْرجةٌa small quantity منof ماءِwater لَيْلِa night تِشرينTishrin
رجْرجةٌ من ماءِ لَيْلِ تِشرين
كروْنَقِlike the sheen of السَّيفِthe sword اليمانYemeni المسنونhoned
كروْنَقِ السَّيفِ اليمان المسنون
Is a little water from a Tishrin night,
A gurgling from the water of an October night
Like the sheen of a honed Yemeni sword.
Like the clanking of a Yemeni sword unsheathed,
باتَspent the night علىon طودٍa mountain نيافِlofty العرنينthe peak (literally, nose)
باتَ على طودٍ نيافِ العرنين
تَنفَحُهاblows upon it الرِّيحthe wind برشٍّwith a spray مَمْنونِscant
تَنفَحُها الرِّيح برشٍّ مَمْنونِ
It spent the night on a mountain with a lofty peak,
It spent the night on a mound of soft wool
The wind blowing upon it with a scant spray,
Breezes caress it with perfumed breath
فيin شطرِhalf of كوزa jug صُنْعِthe work of طَبٍّan expert أُفنونversatile
في شطرِ كوز صُنْعِ طَبٍّ أُفنون
أخضرَgreen فيin خُضْرةِthe greenness of جِرْوthe young fruit of اليقطينthe gourd
أخضرَ في خُضْرةِ جِرْو اليقطين
In half a jug, the work of a deft, versatile craftsman,
In the bowl a beautifully crafted work of art
Green with the green of a young gourd.
Green in the greenness of October foliage
أَلسْتَare you not ياO محرُومَهاyou who are denied it بمغبونindeed shortchanged
أَلسْتَ يا محرُومَها بمغبون
Are you not shortchanged, O you who are denied it?
Are you not, o deprived one, so unfortunate
Sol 6.1