أَحيِrevive ليfor me ياO صاحِfriend روحيmy soul
أَحيِ لي يا صاحِ روحي
بِغَبوقٍwith an evening draught وَصَبوحِand a morning draught
بِغَبوقٍ وَصَبوحِ
Revive my soul for me, O friend,
Revive me, O companion of my soul
Revive my spirit, O friend of mine,
with an evening draught and a morning one.
With morning draughts and dawnings,
With a twilight draught and a morning cup,
وَاِسقِنيand give me drink حَتّىuntil تَرانيyou see me
وَاِسقِني حَتّى تَراني
رادِعاًfalling headlong رَدعَthe headlong fall of الجَموحِthe bolting steed
رادِعاً رَدعَ الجَموحِ
And give me drink until you see me
And quench me until you see me
And pour for me until you see me
falling headlong as a bolting steed falls.
Holding back like the curbed torrents.
Reeling like a headstrong steed,
قَهوَةًwine صَهباءَtawny بِكراًvirgin
قَهوَةً صَهباءَ بِكراً
غُرِسَتwas planted أَزمانَin the days of نوحِNoah
غُرِسَت أَزمانَ نوحِ
Virgin, tawny wine,
A pale coffee in early morning
A golden vintage, virgin and pure,
planted in the days of Noah.
Planted in the days of Noah,
Planted in the days of Noah,
تَطرُدُbanishes الهَمَّsorrow وَيَرتاand rejoices (word continues)
تَطرُدُ الهَمَّ وَيَرتا
حُcompletion of 'rejoices' لَهاin it قَلبُthe heart of الشَحيحِthe miser
حُ لَها قَلبُ الشَحيحِ
It banishes sorrow and brings delight
It dispels cares, and to it inclines
It banishes care, and brings repose
to the miser's heart.
The heart of the stingy.
To the heart of the miserly soul,
تِلكَthat wine لاmay ... never أَعدَمَنيهاdeprive me of it الbeginning of 'God'
تِلكَ لا أَعدَمَنيها ال
لاهُcompletion of 'God' أُنسيmy solace عَدلُthe equal of روحيmy soul
لاهُ أُنسي عَدلُ روحي
That wine—may I never be deprived of it by
I shall not lack it at all,
That prize—may God never deny me—
God—is my solace, my soul's equal.
Unless my gracious Lord forgets me.
Is my solace, the twin of my life,
يَجنَحُinclines القَلبُthe heart إِلَيهاtoward it
يَجنَحُ القَلبُ إِلَيها
فيin الهَوىlove أَيَّwhat an جُنوحِinclination
في الهَوى أَيَّ جُنوحِ
The heart inclines toward it
My heart takes wing toward it
My heart inclines toward it utterly,
in love—how deeply it inclines!
In love, whatever my regression.
In passion, with a wild incline,
عَطَفَتturned نَفسيmy soul عَلَيهاtoward it
عَطَفَت نَفسي عَلَيها
بِهَوىًwith a love غَيرِnot نَزوحِstraying
بِهَوىً غَيرِ نَزوحِ
My soul has turned toward it
My soul has compassion on it
My soul has turned to embrace it close,
with a love that never strays.
With a constant, unswerving love.
With a love that shall never withdraw.
Sol 6.1