إِنif كانَتِhas been الخَمرُthe wine قَدalready عَزَّتgrown scarce وَقَدand already مُنِعَتbeen forbidden
إِن كانَتِ الخَمرُ قَد عَزَّت وَقَد مُنِعَت
وَحالَand stood in the way مِنfrom دونِهاbefore it الإِسلامُIslam وَالحَرَجُand religious scruple
وَحالَ مِن دونِها الإِسلامُ وَالحَرَجُ
Even if wine has grown scarce and been forbidden,
If wine is now forbidden and denied
And Islam and religious scruple have barred the way to it,
And Islam and distress block the way to it,
فَقَدyet indeed أُباكِرُهاI seek it at dawn صِرفاًunmixed وَأَشرَبُهاand I drink it
فَقَد أُباكِرُها صِرفاً وَأَشرَبُها
أَشفيI quench بِهاwith it غُلَّتيmy burning thirst صِرفاًunmixed وَأَمتَزِجُand I drink it mixed
أَشفي بِها غُلَّتي صِرفاً وَأَمتَزِجُ
Yet I would seek it at dawn, unmixed, and drink it,
I will take it pure in the morning and drink it
Quenching my burning thirst with it unmixed, and drinking it mixed.
To cure my sadness pure and mix it.
وَقَدand sometimes تَقومُstands عَلىover رَأَسيmy head مُغَنِّيَةٌa singing girl
وَقَد تَقومُ عَلى رَأَسي مُغَنِّيَةٌ
لَهاshe has إِذاwhen رَجَّعَتshe trills فيin صَوتِهاher voice غَنَجُcoquettish charm
لَها إِذا رَجَّعَت في صَوتِها غَنَجُ
And sometimes a singing girl would stand at my head,
And a songstress may stand over my head
With coquettish charm in her voice whenever she trilled,
Who, when she repeats her singing, has a soft voice,
وَتَرفَعُand she raises الصَوتَthe voice أَحياناًat times وَتَخفِضُهُand she lowers it
وَتَرفَعُ الصَوتَ أَحياناً وَتَخفِضُهُ
كَماjust as يَطِنُّbuzz ذُبابُflies الرَوضَةِthe meadow الهَزِجُhumming
كَما يَطِنُّ ذُبابُ الرَوضَةِ الهَزِجُ
Raising her voice at times and lowering it,
And she raises her voice sometimes and lowers it
As the meadow’s humming flies buzz.
Like the buzzing of flies in the shaky garden.
Sol 6.1