أَلاAh! ياO دَومُDawm دامَmay endure لَكِfor you النَعيمُbliss
أَلا يا دَومُ دامَ لَكِ النَعيمُ
وَأَسمَرُand a brown one مِلءُfilling كَفِّكِyour palm مُستَقيمُerect
وَأَسمَرُ مِلءُ كَفِّكِ مُستَقيمُ
Ah, O Dawm, may bliss endure for you,
O Dome, may you enjoy prosperity forever!
and a brown one, filling your palm, erect,
And your brown palm, full and upright!
شَديدُstrong الأَسرِbodily build يَنبِضُthrobs حالِباهُits two veins
شَديدُ الأَسرِ يَنبِضُ حالِباهُ
يُحَمُّgrows feverish كَأَنَّهُas though it were رَجُلٌa man سَقيمُsick
يُحَمُّ كَأَنَّهُ رَجُلٌ سَقيمُ
firmly built, its two veins throbbing.
Your wrist, tightly bound, throbs ardently,
It grows feverish, as though it were a sick man;
As if with feverish man's pulse.
يُرَوّيهِslakes its thirst الشَرابُthe wine فَيَزدَهيهِand then elates it
يُرَوّيهِ الشَرابُ فَيَزدَهيهِ
وَيَنفُخُand blows فيهِinto it شَيطانٌa devil رَجيمُaccursed
وَيَنفُخُ فيهِ شَيطانٌ رَجيمُ
wine slakes its thirst and elates it,
Drink revives it, makes it flourish;
and an accursed devil blows into it.
The accursed Satan blows on it!
Sol 6.1