قُلsay لِمَنto whoever يَبكيweeps عَلىover رَسمٍa trace دَرَسhas faded
قُل لِمَن يَبكي عَلى رَسمٍ دَرَس
واقِفاًstanding ماwhat ضَرَّharm did it do لَوif كانَhe had جَلَسsat down
واقِفاً ما ضَرَّ لَو كانَ جَلَس
Say to the one who weeps over a faded trace,
Tell those who weep over faded lines,
Say to the one who weeps o'er traces effaced,
Standing—what harm would it have done had he sat down?
Standing, what harm if they had sat?
Standing upright—what harm if he were to sit?
اِترُكِleave الرَبعَthe dwelling site وَسَلمىand Salma جانِباًaside
اِترُكِ الرَبعَ وَسَلمى جانِباً
وَاِصطَبِحand drink in the morning كَرخِيَّةًwine from Karkh مِثلَlike القَبَسthe firebrand
وَاِصطَبِح كَرخِيَّةً مِثلَ القَبَس
Leave the dwelling site and Salma aside,
Leave the pasture and turn aside,
Cast the campsite and Salma far aside,
And drink at dawn a wine from Karkh, like a firebrand.
And become like embers that gleam and blaze.
And take a morning draught of Karkh, glowing like an ember.
بِنتُa daughter دَهرٍof time هُجِرَتwas abandoned فيin دَنِّهاher wine jar
بِنتُ دَهرٍ هُجِرَت في دَنِّها
وَرَمَتand she cast off كُلَّevery قَذاةٍmote وَدَنَسand impurity
وَرَمَت كُلَّ قَذاةٍ وَدَنَس
A daughter of time, abandoned in her wine jar,
Time's daughter was shunned in her low estate
A daughter of the ages, forsaken in her jar,
And she cast off every mote and impurity.
And flung away every mote and stain.
Having cast off every speck and impurity,
كَدَمِlike blood الجَوفِof the body's interior إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle ذاقَهاtasted her
كَدَمِ الجَوفِ إِذا ما ذاقَها
شارِبٌa drinker قَطَّبَknitted his brows مِنهاbecause of her وَعَبَسand frowned
شارِبٌ قَطَّبَ مِنها وَعَبَس
Like blood from within the body—when she is tasted
Like the blood in the entrails when tasted
Dark as the heart's blood; should a drinker taste it,
By a drinker, he knits his brows at her and frowns.
By one who sipped it and pulled a face.
He knits his brows and frowns at its bite.
Sol 6.1