أَعاذِلَO censurer ماnot عَلىupon وَجهيmy face قُتومُdark gloom
أَعاذِلَ ما عَلى وَجهي قُتومُ
وَلاnor عِرضيmy honor لِأَوَّلِfor the first مَنwho يَسومُbids
وَلا عِرضي لِأَوَّلِ مَن يَسومُ
O censurer, no dark gloom lies upon my face,
I am innocent of what appears on my cheek as a scar
O she who blames, no dust of shame obscures my face,
nor is my honor for the first man who bids.
And my honor is not for the first slanderer
Nor is my honor cheap for the first who seeks to bid.
يُفَضِّلُنيmakes me superior عَلىto الفِتيانِthe young men أَنّيthat I
يُفَضِّلُني عَلى الفِتيانِ أَنّي
أَبيتُI pass the night فَلاso not أُلامُI am blamed وَلاnor أُليمُI act blameworthily
أَبيتُ فَلا أُلامُ وَلا أُليمُ
What sets me above the young men is that
He prefers me over the youths for I have stayed up at night
What sets me high above the common youths is this:
I pass the night neither blamed nor blameworthy.
So I am not blamed nor do I feel regret
I pass the night giving no cause for blame, nor casting it.
أَعاذِلَO censurer إِنif يَكُنbe بُردايَmy two cloaks رَثّاthreadbare
أَعاذِلَ إِن يَكُن بُردايَ رَثّا
فَلاthen not يَعدِمكَfail you بَينَهُماbetween them كَريمُa noble man
فَلا يَعدِمكَ بَينَهُما كَريمُ
O censurer, if my two cloaks are threadbare,
I am innocent, if my cloak is worn out
O blamer, though the cloak I wear is worn and thin,
a noble man between them will not fail you.
A generous soul would not find fault between its threads
Yet wrapped within, you’ll find a spirit noble and true.
شُقِقتُI was cleft مِنَfrom الصِباyouthful passion وَاِشتُقَّand it was derived مِنّيfrom me
شُقِقتُ مِنَ الصِبا وَاِشتُقَّ مِنّي
كَماas اِشتُقَّتwere derived مِنَfrom الكَرَمِgenerosity الكُرومُthe grapevines
كَما اِشتُقَّت مِنَ الكَرَمِ الكُرومُ
I was cleft from youthful passion, and it was derived from me,
I have been weaned from youth and it has been weaned from me
I was hewn from youthful passion, and it from me,
as grapevines were derived from generosity.
As the berries have been weaned from the vines
As the generous vine is named for generosity.
فَلَستُso I am not أُسَوِّفُputting off with promises اللَذّاتِpleasures نَفسيmy soul
فَلَستُ أُسَوِّفُ اللَذّاتِ نَفسي
مُياوَمَةًday after day كَماas دُفِعَwas put off الغَريمُthe creditor
مُياوَمَةً كَما دُفِعَ الغَريمُ
So I do not put my soul off with promises of pleasures,
I do not procrastinate in enjoying life’s pleasures
I do not make my soul wait long for its delights,
day after day, as a creditor is put off.
Like one who pays off his enemy bit by bit
Deferring day by day, as debtors delay their dues.
وَلاnor بِمُدافِعٍat all holding back بِالكَأسِover the cup حَتّىuntil
وَلا بِمُدافِعٍ بِالكَأسِ حَتّى
يُهَيِّجَنيrouses me عَلىto الطَرَبِmerriment النَديمُthe drinking companion
يُهَيِّجَني عَلى الطَرَبِ النَديمُ
Nor do I hold back from the cup until
Nor with a drinking companion who inspires me to music
Nor do I push aside the cup, waiting until
my drinking companion rouses me to merriment.
And delight until the boon reveler arouses me
My boon companion stirs me to a state of bliss.
وَمُتَّصِلٍand one connected بِأَسبابِto the means of المَعاليhigh distinction
وَمُتَّصِلٍ بِأَسبابِ المَعالي
لَهُhe has فيin كُلِّevery مَكرُمَةٍnoble deed قَديمُa long-standing record
لَهُ في كُلِّ مَكرُمَةٍ قَديمُ
And a man linked to the paths of high distinction,
But with one well-connected in doing good deeds
I am allied with one tied to the cords of glory,
with a long-standing record in every noble deed—
For every act of kindness, he has pedigree
Who holds an ancient claim to every noble deed.
رَفَعتُI raised لَهُto him النِداءَthe call بِقُمwith 'rise!' فَخُذهاthen take it
رَفَعتُ لَهُ النِداءَ بِقُم فَخُذها
وَقَدand already أَخَذَتhad taken مَطالِعَهاtheir rising stations النُجومُthe stars
وَقَد أَخَذَت مَطالِعَها النُجومُ
I raised my voice to him: 'Rise, then take it!'
I summoned him: “Arise and take it!”
I called aloud to him: "Arise and take the draught,"
when the stars had taken their rising stations,
For its auspicious times have risen like stars
While stars were climbing to their stations in the night.
بِتَفدِيَةٍwith a pledge of ransom تُذالُis abased النَفسُthe self فيهاin it
بِتَفدِيَةٍ تُذالُ النَفسُ فيها
وَتُمتَهَنُand are humbled الخُؤولَةُmaternal uncles وَالعُمومُand paternal uncles
وَتُمتَهَنُ الخُؤولَةُ وَالعُمومُ
with pledges of ransom in which the self is abased,
With a ransom that humbles the soul
With words of ransom, wherein the soul is freely spent,
and maternal and paternal uncles are humbled.
And demeans the cowardly and commoners
And highest kin are pledged away in reckless oaths.
فَقامَso he rose وَقُمتُand I rose مِنas أَخَوَينِtwo brothers هاجاwere both roused
فَقامَ وَقُمتُ مِن أَخَوَينِ هاجا
عَلىto طَرَبٍmerriment وَلَيلُهُماand their night بَهيمُpitch-black
عَلى طَرَبٍ وَلَيلُهُما بَهيمُ
So he rose and I rose, two brothers roused
So he arose and I arose, two passion-roused brothers
He rose, and I rose too—two brothers stirred to life,
to merriment, while their night was pitch-black.
In delight on a night made for them
By wine's delight, while yet the night was pitch and black.
أَجُرُّI drag الزِقَّthe wineskin وَهوَwhile he يَجُرُّdrags رِجلاًa leg
أَجُرُّ الزِقَّ وَهوَ يَجُرُّ رِجلاً
يَجورُveers بِهاwith it النُعاسُdrowsiness وَيَستَقيمُand goes straight
يَجورُ بِها النُعاسُ وَيَستَقيمُ
I drag the wineskin, while he drags a leg
I pull the train of my gown while he pulls my leg
I dragged the heavy wineskin; he dragged a weary foot,
that drowsiness makes veer and straighten.
Drowsiness makes it deviate then straightens
Which slumber caused to swerve, then again to straighten.
سَلِask النُدمانَthe drinking companions ماwhat أَولَتهُshe bestowed on him مِنهاfrom her
سَلِ النُدمانَ ما أَولَتهُ مِنها
وَسَلهاand ask her ماwhat اِحتَوىtook in مِنهاof her الكَريمُthe noble man
وَسَلها ما اِحتَوى مِنها الكَريمُ
Ask the drinking companions what she bestowed on him of herself,
Ask the two repentants what she granted him
Ask the companions what the vintage wrought on him,
and ask her how much of her the noble man took in.
And ask her what she contained for the generous one
And ask the wine how much of it the noble held.
كِلاboth الشَخصَينِthe two figures مُنتَصِفٌtaking one's due وَلَكِنbut
كِلا الشَخصَينِ مُنتَصِفٌ وَلَكِن
قَضَتshe fulfilled وَطَراًa desire وَذاand this one مِنهاbecause of her سَقيمُailing
قَضَت وَطَراً وَذا مِنها سَقيمُ
Both figures have taken their due, but
The two persons share halfway but
Both rivals fought a balanced bout, but in the end,
she has satisfied a desire, and this one is sick because of her.
Fate has granted one health and the other sickness
She took her fill of triumph, leaving him subdued.
Sol 6.1