عَتَبَتfound fault عَلَيكَwith you مَحاسِنُthe charms الخَمرِof wine
عَتَبَت عَلَيكَ مَحاسِنُ الخَمرِ
أَمor غَيَّرَتكَchanged you نَوائِبُmisfortunes الدَهرِof time
أَم غَيَّرَتكَ نَوائِبُ الدَهرِ
Wine's charms have reproached you.
The charms of wine reproached you,
The charms of wine have leveled blame at you,
Or have time's misfortunes changed you,
Or did the calamities of fate change you?
Or have the dark calamities of time estranged you?
فَصَرَفتَso you turned وَجهَكَyour face عَنaway from مُعَتَّقَةٍaged wine
فَصَرَفتَ وَجهَكَ عَن مُعَتَّقَةٍ
تَفتَرُّsmiles عَنto reveal دُرٍّpearls وَعَنand to reveal شَذَرِgold fragments
تَفتَرُّ عَن دُرٍّ وَعَن شَذَرِ
so you turned your face from aged wine
So you turned your face away from a beloved
That you have turned your face from vintage draughts,
that smiles to reveal pearls and fragments of gold?
Who shines like a pearl and radiates light.
Which smile, revealing pearls and beads of gold,
يَسعىhastens بِهاwith it ذوone with غُنَّةٍa nasal lilt غَنِجٌcoquettish
يَسعى بِها ذو غُنَّةٍ غَنِجٌ
مُتَكَحِّلُwearing kohl اللَحَظاتِthe glances بِالسِحرِwith magic
مُتَكَحِّلُ اللَحَظاتِ بِالسِحرِ
A coy man with a nasal lilt hastens with it,
A wealthy man of joy pursues her,
Served by a playful youth of lilting voice,
his glances kohled with magic.
With kohl-lined eyes full of magic,
Whose glances are adorned with magic's kohl,
وَنَسيتَand you forgot قَولَكَyour words حينَwhen تَمزِجُهاyou mix it
وَنَسيتَ قَولَكَ حينَ تَمزِجُها
فَتُريكَso it shows you مِثلَthe likeness of كَواكِبِthe stars النِسرِof the Eagle
فَتُريكَ مِثلَ كَواكِبِ النِسرِ
And you have forgotten what you said when you mixed it,
And you forgot your words when you would mix it
And you forgot your words when mixing it,
and it showed you the likeness of the Eagle's stars:
And it would show you like the stars of the swooping eagle.
As it displayed the sparkling Eagle's stars?
لاdo not تَحسَبَنَّever suppose عُقارَwine خابِيَةٍof an earthenware jar
لا تَحسَبَنَّ عُقارَ خابِيَةٍ
وَالهَمَّand sorrow يَجتَمِعانِboth come together فيin صَدرِa breast
وَالهَمَّ يَجتَمِعانِ في صَدرِ
“Never think that wine from a jar
Don't think that the potion of a vanishing beauty
Do not believe the spirit of the cask
and sorrow can meet within one breast.”
And care can gather in one chest.
And sorrow can unite within one breast.
Sol 6.1