أَديراpass round, you two عَلَيَّto me الكَأسَthe cup يَنقَشِّعُdisperses الغَمُّgrief
أَديرا عَلَيَّ الكَأسَ يَنقَشِّعُ الغَمُّ
وَلاand do not تَحبِساwithhold, you two كَأسيmy cup فَفيfor in حَبسِهاwithholding it إِثمُa sin
وَلا تَحبِسا كَأسي فَفي حَبسِها إِثمُ
Pass the cup to me, you two; grief will disperse.
Pour me a cup, my worries melt away
Pass round the cup to me, so grief may vanish and depart,
And do not withhold my cup: withholding it is a sin.
Do not withhold my cup, for in withholding is sin
And do not hoard the wine from me; 'tis sin to keep it from my heart.
وَلاand do not تَسقِيانيgive me to drink, you two بِنتَa daughter of عَشرٍten years فَإِنَّهاfor she
وَلا تَسقِياني بِنتَ عَشرٍ فَإِنَّها
كَماjust as عُصِرَتshe was pressed لَمnot يَنسَforget فُرقَتَهاher departure الكَرمُthe grapevine
كَما عُصِرَت لَم يَنسَ فُرقَتَها الكَرمُ
Do not give me a daughter of ten years to drink, for she
Do not give me wine less than ten years old
Pour not the daughter of ten years, for she is far too young,
Is as she was when pressed; the vine has not forgotten her departure.
For even when pressed, its separation was not forgotten by the generous vine
Fresh from the press, the vine still mourns the moment she was wrung.
وَلَكِنand yet عَجوزاًan old woman بِنتَa daughter of كِسرىKisra قَديمَةًancient
وَلَكِن عَجوزاً بِنتَ كِسرى قَديمَةً
مُعَتَّقَةًwell aged قَدalready دَبَّcrept فيwithin طَيِّهاher folds الحِلمُforbearance
مُعَتَّقَةً قَد دَبَّ في طَيِّها الحِلمُ
But an ancient crone, a daughter of Kisra,
Rather, an old lady, daughter of ancient kings
But serve a crone of Kisra's line, ancient and dignified,
Well aged; forbearance has crept into her folds.
Aged, in whose clay wisdom has crept
Matured by time, until deep wisdom creeps within her tide.
إِذاwhen ذاقَهاtaste her شُرّابُهاher drinkers بَجَّلواthey pay homage لَهاto her
إِذا ذاقَها شُرّابُها بَجَّلوا لَها
بِأَلسُنِهِمwith their tongues شُكراًthanks فَهُمso they are عَرَبٌArabs عُجمُinarticulate
بِأَلسُنِهِم شُكراً فَهُم عَرَبٌ عُجمُ
When her drinkers taste her, they pay her homage
When her pourers taste her they praise her
And when her drinkers taste of her, they glorify her sway,
With their tongues in gratitude—Arabs, yet inarticulate.
In their tongues with gratitude, though Arabs or foreigners
With thankful tongues, both Arab lords and strangers far away.
وَكَأسانِand two cups قَدalready داراboth came round عَلَيَّto me مُؤَمَّرٌmade a ruler
وَكَأسانِ قَد دارا عَلَيَّ مُؤَمَّرٌ
وَمُنتَخَبٌand a chosen one هَذاthis فَصيلٌa camel calf وَذاand that قَرمُa breeding male camel
وَمُنتَخَبٌ هَذا فَصيلٌ وَذا قَرمُ
And two cups have come round to me: one princely,
And two cups circulated unto me, pure
Two cups have circulated round: a prince of high degree,
And one choice—this a camel calf, that a breeding camel.
Carefully selected, this a stallion, that a bay
And one a choice selection—like the colt and stallion free.
كَأَنّيas though I وَقَدand already عَلَّقتُI fastened كَفِّيَmy hand مِنهُماfrom them both
كَأَنّي وَقَد عَلَّقتُ كَفِّيَ مِنهُما
وَماand whatever فيهِماin them both مِنof حَربَةٍa spear لِلفَتىfor the young man سِلمُpeace
وَما فيهِما مِن حَربَةٍ لِلفَتى سِلمُ
It is as though, with my hand holding the two—
As if I hung my hand from them
As though, when I had curled my hand around the curving brim,
And whatever spear they hold is peace for a young man—
And neither had a flaw for the excellent young man
And found the sharpness of a spear bringing but peace to him,
مُؤَلَّفُa tamer of شاهينٍa falcon بِيُسرىon the left بَنانِهِhis fingertips
مُؤَلَّفُ شاهينٍ بِيُسرى بَنانِهِ
وَفيand in كَفِّهِhis palm اليُمنىthe right لِشاهينِهِfor his falcon طُعمُfood
وَفي كَفِّهِ اليُمنى لِشاهينِهِ طُعمُ
I were a falcon-tamer, with a falcon on his left fingertips,
The composer brings the goshawks gently
I were a falconer with bird perched on his left hand's tip,
And in his right palm, food for his falcon.
In his right hand is a tidbit for his goshawk
While in his right he holds the lure to feed the falcon's grip.
يُديرُهُماpasses them both round دَعجاءُa dark-eyed woman رَودٌgraceful وَأَدعَجٌand a dark-eyed man
يُديرُهُما دَعجاءُ رَودٌ وَأَدعَجٌ
أَخٌa brother وَاختُهُand his sister فيamong القَومِthe company وَاسمُهُماand their name إِسمُone name
أَخٌ وَاختُهُ في القَومِ وَاسمُهُما إِسمُ
A dark-eyed, graceful woman and a dark-eyed man pass them round,
They are turned by a frisky, playful, dark-eyed gazelle
They are passed by dark-eyed maiden and a dark-eyed youth of fame,
A brother and his sister among the company, sharing one name.
A sister and brother among the tribe, their name one
A brother and a sister here, who share a single name.
يُقالُis said لَهُto him مَعنٌMa'n فَإِمّاso if نَكَستَهُyou reverse it
يُقالُ لَهُ مَعنٌ فَإِمّا نَكَستَهُ
لَتَدعوto call اختَهُhis sister يَوماًone day فَمَنكوسَهُthen its reverse نُعمُNu'm
لَتَدعو اختَهُ يَوماً فَمَنكوسَهُ نُعمُ
He is called Ma'n; if you reverse it
It is said to mean bliss, though if you deny it
For he is known as Ma'n to all, but if you turn it round,
To call his sister one day, its reverse is Nu'm.
You would one day call his sister denied bliss
You call his sister; in reverse, the name of Nu'm is found.
Sol 6.1