سُقياًmay it be blessed with rain لحربٍupon a war أناI أُحييهاbring it to life
سُقياً لحربٍ أنا أُحييها
فيin جنّةٍa garden قدalready جرتflowed سواقيهاits watercourses
في جنّةٍ قد جرت سواقيها
May rain bless a war I bring to life,
I revive a war, being its water-bearer
A toast to a war that I bring to life,
In a garden whose watercourses already flow.
In a garden where canals flow
In a garden where streamlets are flowing rife.
سيوفُناour swords وردُهاits roses ونرجسُهاand its narcissi
سيوفُنا وردُها ونرجسُها
وشتمُناand our insults اللفظُthe words منfrom مغنّيهاits singer
وشتمُنا اللفظُ من مغنّيها
Our swords are its roses and narcissi,
Our swords are its roses, narcissi,
Our swords are the roses and narcissus flowers,
And our insults are the words of its singer.
Our insults shape its songs
Our curses, the verses the singer outpours.
ومنجنيقاتُناand our catapults المعازفُthe musical instruments والعيداand the lutes (word continues)
ومنجنيقاتُنا المعازفُ والعيدا
نُcompletion of the preceding word, 'lutes' إذاwhen سوّيتwere adjusted ملاويهاtheir tuning pegs
نُ إذا سوّيت ملاويها
And our catapults are the musical instruments and the lutes,
Our catapults, lutes and holidays
Our mangonels are the lutes and the lyres,
When their tuning pegs are adjusted.
When their ends are bound tight
When their pegs are tuned to the heart's desires.
أحجارُناour stones نخبةٌa choice draught بباطيةٍin a wine bowl
أحجارُنا نخبةٌ بباطيةٍ
يديرُهاpasses it around ماnot يخلّfails ساقيهاits cupbearer
يديرُها ما يخلّ ساقيها
Our stones are a choice draught in a wine bowl,
Our stones elite troops in night clothes
Our stones are choice wines in a flagon's hold,
Which its cupbearer passes around without fail.
Spun by one who empties their canals
Passed round by a cupbearer, distinct and bold.
قائدُناour commander قينةٌa singing girl مخنثّةٌeffeminate
قائدُنا قينةٌ مخنثّةٌ
بياسمينٍwith jasmine غضٍfresh نُحييهاwe greet her
بياسمينٍ غضٍ نُحييها
Our commander is an effeminate singing girl,
Our leader an effeminate, with tender jasmine
Our general is a delicate singing-maid,
Whom we greet with fresh jasmine.
We celebrate
With fresh jasmine is our homage paid.
Sol 6.1