أَقولُI say وَالكَأسُand the cup فيin كَفّيmy palm أُقَلِّبُهاI turn it over
أَقولُ وَالكَأسُ في كَفّي أُقَلِّبُها
أُخاطِبُI address الصيدَthe noble lords أَبناءَsons العَماليقِthe Amalekites
أُخاطِبُ الصيدَ أَبناءَ العَماليقِ
I speak, turning the cup over in my palm,
I speak, and the cup is in my hand, I turn it around,
Addressing the noble lords, sons of the Amalekites:
I address the prey, sons of giants,
إِنّيindeed I يُذَكِّرُنيreminds me هِنداًHind وَجارَتَهاand her neighbor
إِنّي يُذَكِّرُني هِنداً وَجارَتَها
بِالطَفِّat al-Taff صَوتُthe sound حَماماتٍdoves عَلىon نيقِa mountain peak
بِالطَفِّ صَوتُ حَماماتٍ عَلى نيقِ
Indeed, I am reminded of Hind and her neighbor
It reminds me of India and its neighbor,
At al-Taff by the sound of doves on a mountain peak.
The voice of doves on the palm tree reminds me of childhood,
أَفنىexhausted تِلاديmy inherited wealth وَماand what جَمَّعتُI amassed مِنof نَشَبٍproperty
أَفنى تِلادي وَما جَمَّعتُ مِن نَشَبٍ
قَرعُthe clinking القَواقيزِthe goblets أَفواهَthe mouths الأَباريقِthe ewers
قَرعُ القَواقيزِ أَفواهَ الأَباريقِ
My inherited wealth and all the property I amassed were exhausted
I wasted my youth and did not gather resolve,
By goblets clinking against the mouths of ewers.
The clinking of goblets, mouths of jugs,
كأَنَّهُنَّas though they وَأَيديwhile the hands الشَربِthe drinkers مُعمَلَةٌare at work
كأَنَّهُنَّ وَأَيدي الشَربِ مُعمَلَةٌ
إِذاwhen تَلَألَأنَthey glitter فيin أَيديthe hands الغَرانيقِthe handsome youths
إِذا تَلَألَأنَ في أَيدي الغَرانيقِ
As though they, while the drinkers' hands are busy,
As if they and the hands of drinking are calloused,
When they glitter in the hands of handsome youths,
When they glitter in the hands of young men,
بَناتُdaughters ماءٍwater مَعاًtogether بيضٌwhite جآجِئُهاtheir breasts
بَناتُ ماءٍ مَعاً بيضٌ جآجِئُها
حُمرٌred مَناقيرُهاtheir beaks صُفرُyellow الحَماليقِthe eye-rims
حُمرٌ مَناقيرُها صُفرُ الحَماليقِ
Were daughters of water together, their breasts white,
Daughters of water together, their eggs are white,
Their beaks red, their eye-rims yellow.
Their beaks are red, yellow are the carriers,
أَيديhands سُقاةٍcupbearers تَخِرُّdrop toward الأَرضَthe ground مُعمَلةًkept at work
أَيدي سُقاةٍ تَخِرُّ الأَرضَ مُعمَلةً
كَأَنَّماas though أَوبُهاtheir return رَجعُthe backswing المَخاريقِthe cloth whips
كَأَنَّما أَوبُها رَجعُ المَخاريقِ
Cupbearers' hands drop earthward, busily at work,
Hands of water bearers that scratch the ground calloused,
As though their return were the backswing of cloth whips.
As if their harm is the return of torn garments,
هِيَit اللَذاذَةُdelight ماas long as لَمnot تَأَتِyou commit مَنقَصَةًa disgrace
هِيَ اللَذاذَةُ ما لَم تَأَتِ مَنقَصَةً
أَوor تَرمِyou shoot فيهاinto it بِسَهمٍwith an arrow ساقِطِmissing الفوقِthe nock
أَو تَرمِ فيها بِسَهمٍ ساقِطِ الفوقِ
It is delight, so long as you commit no disgrace,
That is the pleasure that did not come deficient,
Nor shoot into it an arrow whose nock is missing.
Or a fallen arrow pierces it from above,
عَلَيكَyou should seek out كُلُّevery فَتىًyoung man سَمحٍgenerous خَلائِقُهُhis character traits
عَلَيكَ كُلُّ فَتىً سَمحٍ خَلائِقُهُ
مَحضِpure العُروقِthe bloodlines كَريمٍnoble غَيرِnot مَمذوقِadulterated
مَحضِ العُروقِ كَريمٍ غَيرِ مَمذوقِ
Seek out every young man whose character is generous,
Upon you every generous lad, his manners straightforward,
Of pure lineage, noble and unalloyed.
Pure bred, noble, not yet sampled,
لاdo not تَشرَبَنdrink أَبَداًever راحاًwine مُسارَفَةًin shared heavy drinking
لا تَشرَبَن أَبَداً راحاً مُسارَفَةً
إِلاّexcept مَعَwith الغُرِّthe illustrious أَبناءِsons البَطاريقِthe patricians
إِلاّ مَعَ الغُرِّ أَبناءِ البَطاريقِ
Never drink wine to excess,
Never drink intoxicated,
Except with the illustrious, sons of patricians.
Except with daring, sons of heroes.
Sol 6.1