هَذاthis قِناعُveil اللَيلِof the night مَحسورُdrawn back
هَذا قِناعُ اللَيلِ مَحسورُ
فَاِشرَبso drink فَقَدfor already لاحَappeared التَباشيرُthe first signs of dawn
فَاِشرَب فَقَد لاحَ التَباشيرُ
Here is night's veil, drawn back;
This is the mask of the enchanted night,
The mask of night is drawn aside,
so drink—for dawn's first signs have appeared—
So drink, for dawn's first glow is in sight.
So drink, for the streaks of dawn have appeared,
سُلافَةًfree-run wine لَمnot تَعتَصِرهاpress it يَدٌa hand
سُلافَةً لَم تَعتَصِرها يَدٌ
وَلَمand not يُدَنِّسهاdefile it الأَعاصيرُthe whirlwinds
وَلَم يُدَنِّسها الأَعاصيرُ
a free-run wine no hand has pressed,
A wine unpressed by any hand,
A pure vintage that no hand has pressed,
and no whirlwinds have defiled.
Unmarred by storms over the land.
And which no whirlwinds have defiled.
تَنزوleaps إِذاwhen الماءُthe water تَراءىappears لَهاto it
تَنزو إِذا الماءُ تَراءى لَها
كَماjust as رَمىcast بِالشَرَرِwith sparks الكيرُthe bellows
كَما رَمى بِالشَرَرِ الكيرُ
It leaps when water appears to it,
When water you espy, it flows to you,
It leaps when water comes into view,
as the bellows casts out sparks.
As embers flying, bright and new.
Just as the bellows cast forth sparks.
كَريمَةٌnoble-born أَصغَرُthe youngest آبائِهاof its forefathers
كَريمَةٌ أَصغَرُ آبائِها
إِنif نُسِبَتits lineage is traced كِسرىKhosrow وَسابورُand Shapur
إِن نُسِبَت كِسرى وَسابورُ
Noble-born: its youngest forefathers,
Noble though her lineage august,
A noble daughter; the youngest of her sires—
if its lineage is traced, are Khosrow and Shapur.
Be it Kisra's or Sabur's trust.
If her lineage be traced—are Chosroes and Sapor.
طَوىfolded عَلَيهاover it الدَهرُtime أَيّامَهُits days
طَوى عَلَيها الدَهرُ أَيّامَهُ
وَعُمِّيَتand were blinded عَنهاto it المَقاديرُthe fates
وَعُمِّيَت عَنها المَقاديرُ
Time has folded its days over it,
Over her the ages held sway
Time has folded its days over her,
and the fates were blinded to it.
And hid her from life's disarray.
And the decrees of fate were blinded to her.
فَلَمso not تَزَلcease تَخلُصُgrow purer حَتّىuntil إِذاwhen
فَلَم تَزَل تَخلُصُ حَتّى إِذا
صارَcame إِلىto النِصفِhalf بِهاwith it الصيرُtransformation
صارَ إِلى النِصفِ بِها الصيرُ
It kept growing purer, until
Until when halfway was the strain,
She ceased not to refine herself, until
its transformation had brought it down to half.
Deliverance from it she did gain.
The transformation brought her essence to the half.
جاءَتemerged كَروحٍlike a spirit لَمnot يَقُمmatch جَوهَرٌa substance
جاءَت كَروحٍ لَم يَقُم جَوهَرٌ
لُطفاًin subtlety بِهِwith it أَوor يُحصِهِencompass it نورُlight
لُطفاً بِهِ أَو يُحصِهِ نورُ
It emerged like a spirit no substance could match
She came like a soul without a core
She emerged like a spirit; no substance remained
in subtlety, nor could light encompass it.
That formed it gently or lit before.
To embody her subtlety, nor could light encompass her.
يَسقِكَهاlet him serve it to you مُختَلَقٌwell-formed ماجِنٌa libertine
يَسقِكَها مُختَلَقٌ ماجِنٌ
مُعَوَّدٌwell-practiced لِلسَقيِfor serving drinks نِحريرُan expert
مُعَوَّدٌ لِلسَقيِ نِحريرُ
Let a well-formed libertine serve it to you,
A rogue pours her, full of guile,
Served to you by a shapely, libertine youth,
well-practiced at pouring, a consummate expert,
To camels trained to walk the mile.
Accustomed to the pour, a master of the craft.
مُنقَطِعُsharply defined الرِدفِrump هَضيمُslender الحَشاwaist
مُنقَطِعُ الرِدفِ هَضيمُ الحَشا
أَحوَرُdark-eyed with bright whites فيin عَينَيهِhis eyes تَفتيرُlanguor
أَحوَرُ في عَينَيهِ تَفتيرُ
with a sharply defined rump and slender waist,
His saddle-girth in twain, eyes bleared,
Heavy of hip, slender of waist,
dark-eyed, with languor in his eyes.
Askance, their sockets blood-inseared.
Deep-eyed, with a languor in his gaze.
قَدindeed عَقرَبَتcurled like a scorpion رابِيَةٌRābiya صُدغَهُhis sidelock
قَد عَقرَبَت رابِيَةٌ صُدغَهُ
فَالصَدغُso the sidelock بِالعَنبَرِwith ambergris مَطرورُanointed
فَالصَدغُ بِالعَنبَرِ مَطرورُ
Rābiya has curled his sidelock like a scorpion;
A scorpion has stung his cheek, hence
A rising curl acts the scorpion upon his temple,
his sidelock is thus anointed with ambergris.
The swelling with amberscence.
And the sidelock is sleeked with ambergris.
أَحسَنُbetter مِنthan سَيرٍa journey عَلىon ناقَةٍa she-camel
أَحسَنُ مِن سَيرٍ عَلى ناقَةٍ
سَيرٌa journey عَلىto اللَذَةِpleasure مَقصورُconfined
سَيرٌ عَلى اللَذَةِ مَقصورُ
Better than a journey on a she-camel
Better to walk in bliss, the sage
Better than a journey upon a she-camel
is a journey confined to pleasure.
Avers, than ride the camel's stage.
Is a journey devoted solely to pleasure.
Sol 6.1