تَوّجيcrown ياO سُحبclouds of نيسانَApril الربىthe hills
تَوّجي يا سُحب نيسانَ الربى
إِنَّهاindeed, they are ذاتُpossessed of قَرارٍa resting place وَمَعينand flowing water
إِنَّها ذاتُ قَرارٍ وَمَعين
Crown the hills, O clouds of April!
They are a place of repose and flowing water,
وَمَحَطَّand a stopping place لِرِحالِfor the saddlebags of الأَدَباthe men of letters
وَمَحَطَّ لِرِحالِ الأَدَبا
يَدخُلوهاthey enter it بِسَلامٍin peace آمِنينsecure
يَدخُلوها بِسَلامٍ آمِنين
And a place where men of letters set down their saddlebags.
They enter it in peace, secure,
وَيُجيلونَand they exchange أَحاديثَtales of الصباyouth
وَيُجيلونَ أَحاديثَ الصبا
فَيُميلونَso they sway جيادَthe necks of الحاضِرينَthose present
فَيُميلونَ جيادَ الحاضِرينَ
And exchange tales of youth,
Setting the necks of those present swaying,
بِسُرورٍwith joy مَرَّthat passed فيin هَذاthis الحِمىsanctuary
بِسُرورٍ مَرَّ في هَذا الحِمى
ياO لَهُhow wondrous it was كُنّاwe were بِهِin it فيat عُرُسِa wedding feast
يا لَهُ كُنّا بِهِ في عُرُسِ
With joy that passed within this sanctuary.
Ah, what a wedding feast we enjoyed there!
قُبَّةُthe dome of اللَهوِdelight وَماand what أَدراكَmade you know ماwhat
قُبَّةُ اللَهوِ وَما أَدراكَ ما
هيَit is مِنof بَيتِa house of هَوىpassion لِلأَنفُسِfor souls
هيَ مِن بَيتِ هَوى لِلأَنفُسِ
The dome of delight—how could you know
What a house of passion it is for souls!
ضَمَّهاenfolded it البَحرُthe sea لَهاto it مُعتَنِقاembracing
ضَمَّها البَحرُ لَها مُعتَنِقا
وَكَسَتهاand clothed it حُلَّةًa robe أَيديthe hands of الدوالthe vines
وَكَسَتها حُلَّةً أَيدي الدوال
The sea enfolded it, embracing it,
And the hands of the vines clothed it in a robe.
وَسَعىand hastened البَدرُthe full moon لَهاtoward it مُنطَلِقاًspeeding forth
وَسَعى البَدرُ لَها مُنطَلِقاً
فَوقَover جِسرٍa bridge مِنof لُجَينٍsilver وَلآلand pearls
فَوقَ جِسرٍ مِن لُجَينٍ وَلآل
And the full moon sped toward it,
Over a bridge of silver and pearls.
وَتَرىand you see الشاطىءthe shore وَكُثبانَand the dunes of النَقاthe sandy ridge
وَتَرى الشاطىء وَكُثبانَ النَقا
جَمَعَتgathered كُلَّevery مَهاةٍoryx وَغَزالand gazelle
جَمَعَت كُلَّ مَهاةٍ وَغَزال
And you see the shore and the sand dunes
Gathering every oryx and gazelle,
رُتَّعاًgrazing freely نَشوىintoxicated وَمَهماand whenever سُئِماwas found wearisome
رُتَّعاً نَشوى وَمَهما سُئِما
وَتَرُthe string of العودِthe lute الشَجيِّplaintive التونِسيTunisian
وَتَرُ العودِ الشَجيِّ التونِسي
Grazing freely, tipsy; and whenever they tired of
The string of the plaintive Tunisian lute,
حَرّكواthey shook الطارَthe tambourine وَغَنّواand sang نَغَماًmelodies
حَرّكوا الطارَ وَغَنّوا نَغَماً
صاغَهاfashioned them زِريابُZiryab فيin الأَندَلُسِal-Andalus
صاغَها زِريابُ في الأَندَلُسِ
They shook the tambourine and sang melodies
That Ziryab fashioned in al-Andalus.
هَلwill? يُعيدُbring back الدَهرُtime ياO صاحِfriend زَمانan age
هَل يُعيدُ الدَهرُ يا صاحِ زَمان
مَرَّpassed فيin هَذاthis المَقامِthe abode العبدليAbdali
مَرَّ في هَذا المَقامِ العبدلي
Will time, my friend, restore an age
That passed in this Abdali abode,
لَمdid not تَنَلهُattain it الفُرسُthe Persians فيin شِعبِthe valley of بَوانBawwan
لَم تَنَلهُ الفُرسُ في شِعبِ بَوان
لاno وَلاnor عُربُthe Arabs of اللِوىal-Liwa أَوor حَومَلِHawmal
لا وَلا عُربُ اللِوى أَو حَومَلِ
Which the Persians never attained in Bawwan's valley,
No, nor the Arabs of al-Liwa or Hawmal?
تَتَلَقّىyou greet بِالتَهانيwith congratulations المِهرَجانMihrjan
تَتَلَقّى بِالتَهاني المِهرَجان
وَإِذاand when النوروزNowruz وافىarrives فاِنقُلِthen proclaim
وَإِذا النوروز وافى فاِنقُلِ
You greet Mihrjan with good wishes,
And when Nowruz arrives, proclaim:
قَدمَhas come النورُوزَNowruz ياO للندَماfor the drinking companions
قَدمَ النورُوزَ يا للندَما
رافِلاًtrailing his robes فيin حُلَلٍrobes مِنof سُندُسِfine silk
رافِلاً في حُلَلٍ مِن سُندُسِ
Nowruz has come, O drinking companions,
Trailing his robes of fine silk,
ليوَشيto embroider شاطىءَthe shore of المَرسىal-Marsa بِماwith what
ليوَشي شاطىءَ المَرسى بِما
يَبعَثُrouses الساقيthe cupbearer لِحَثِّto hasten الأَكؤسِthe cups
يَبعَثُ الساقي لِحَثِّ الأَكؤسِ
To embroider al-Marsa's shore with what
Rouses the cupbearer to hurry the cups along.
وَهوَand he is ظَبيٌa gazelle فارسيPersian وَرَداarrived
وَهوَ ظَبيٌ فارسي وَرَدا
مِنfrom لَدىthe presence of كِسرىKisra شَهِنشاهٍking of kings جِهانthe world
مِن لَدى كِسرى شَهِنشاهٍ جِهان
And he is a Persian gazelle, come
From the presence of Kisra, the world's king of kings.
فَأَقيمواso observe رَسمَهُhis rite اللَذwhich عُهِداwas known
فَأَقيموا رَسمَهُ اللَذ عُهِدا
مِثلَماjust as قُمتُمyou carried out بِرَسمthe rite of المَهرَجانMihrjan
مِثلَما قُمتُم بِرَسم المَهرَجان
So observe his accustomed rite,
As you observed the rite of Mihrjan.
وَأَفيضواand pour freely وَهَلُمواand come لِلنداto the call
وَأَفيضوا وَهَلُموا لِلندا
وَاِنحَرواand slaughter هَدياًas a sacrificial offering ياO لَهُhow wondrous it is بِنتَthe daughter of الدنانthe wine-jars
وَاِنحَروا هَدياً يا لَهُ بِنتَ الدنان
And pour freely, and come at the call,
And slaughter as an offering—how wondrous!—the daughter of the wine-jars,
حَولَaround رَوضٍa garden فيon رُباهاits hills لَثَماkissed
حَولَ رَوضٍ في رُباها لَثَما
فيهِin it خَدthe cheek of الوَردِthe rose ثَغرُthe mouth of النَرجِسِthe narcissus
فيهِ خَد الوَردِ ثَغرُ النَرجِسِ
Around a garden on its hills, where a kiss was laid
Upon the rose's cheek by the narcissus's mouth.
فَحَباهُso bestowed on it القَطرُthe rain لَمّاwhen اِحتَشَماit grew bashful
فَحَباهُ القَطرُ لَمّا اِحتَشَما
دُرَراًpearls مِنfrom عارِضٍa rain-cloud مُنبجِسِgushing
دُرَراً مِن عارِضٍ مُنبجِسِ
Then, when it grew bashful, the rain bestowed on it
Pearls from a gushing rain-cloud.
أَصبَحَbecame الزَهرُthe blossoms لَهاof them مُلتَقِطاa gatherer
أَصبَحَ الزَهرُ لَها مُلتَقِطا
بِكُؤوسِwith cups مِنof يَواقيتِthe rubies of الشَقيقthe anemones
بِكُؤوسِ مِن يَواقيتِ الشَقيق
The blossoms began gathering them
In cups of the anemones' rubies,
وَسَقىand watered شُحرورَهاits blackbird فاِنبَسَطاso it grew merry
وَسَقى شُحرورَها فاِنبَسَطا
وَشَداand sang لَحناًa melody عَلىupon الغُصنِthe bough الوَريقleafy
وَشَدا لَحناً عَلى الغُصنِ الوَريق
And watered its blackbird, which grew merry,
And sang a melody upon the leafy bough.
فَتَهادىthen it swayed طَرَباًin rapture وَاِستَنبَطاand devised
فَتَهادى طَرَباً وَاِستَنبَطا
صُنعَthe art of وَزنِthe rhythm of الرَقصِdancing بِالقَدِّwith the figure الرَشيقslender
صُنعَ وَزنِ الرَقصِ بِالقَدِّ الرَشيق
Then it swayed in rapture and devised
The art of marking dance-rhythm with its slender form.
فَصَباthen grew lovestruck البَحرُthe sea وَماجَand surged وَرَمىand cast
فَصَبا البَحرُ وَماجَ وَرَمى
بلآليهwith its pearls لِمَنto those فيin المَجلِسِthe gathering
بلآليه لِمَن في المَجلِسِ
Then the sea grew lovestruck, surged, and cast
Its pearls to those in the gathering.
وَالصَباand the east wind جَعَّدَهrippled it وَرَسَماand drew
وَالصَبا جَعَّدَه وَرَسَما
فيهِupon it أَشكالَthe shapes of الجواريthe coursing ones الكُنَّسwithdrawing into hiding
فيهِ أَشكالَ الجواري الكُنَّس
And the east wind rippled it and traced
Upon it the shapes of the coursing, hiding stars.
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