غادِنيvisit me early بِالصُبوحِwith morning wine قَبلَbefore الصَباحِdawn
غادِني بِالصُبوحِ قَبلَ الصَباحِ
وَاِجرِand race فيin حَلبَةِthe racecourse of الصِباyouth وَالمراحِand merriment
وَاِجرِ في حَلبَةِ الصِبا وَالمراحِ
Visit me early with morning wine, before dawn,
Lead me at dawn before the morning light
And race in the arena of youth and merriment.
And roam in the arena of youth and delight
وَاِغتَنِمand make the most of زائِرِthe visitor of الغَرامِlove فَقَدfor indeed بَشْheralded (first part)
وَاِغتَنِم زائِرِ الغَرامِ فَقَد بَشْ
شرَheralded (completion) بِالغَيثِrain مِنfrom نَسيمِthe breeze of الرِياحِthe winds
شرَ بِالغَيثِ مِن نَسيمِ الرِياحِ
And make the most of love's visitor, for he has brought
Seize the visitor of passion, for good tidings
glad tidings of rain from the breeze of the winds.
Were heralded by the breeze from the winds alight
عاطِنيهاpass it to me كَالجَلنارِlike pomegranate blossom إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle
عاطِنيها كَالجَلنارِ إِذا ما
كُلِّلَتit is crowned مِنfrom حَبابِهits bubbles بِالأَقاحِwith daisies
كُلِّلَت مِن حَبابِه بِالأَقاحِ
Pass it to me, like pomegranate blossom, when
Give me the wine as the bubbly when
it is crowned with daisies formed from its bubbles,
Crowned by its foam with berries bright
فيin اِختِصاصِthe distinctive qualities of التُفّاحِthe apple بِالطَيِّبِin fragrance وَالخَمand ruddiness (first part)
في اِختِصاصِ التُفّاحِ بِالطَيِّبِ وَالخَم
رَةِruddiness (completion) لاnot فيin كَثافَةِthe density of التُفّاحِthe apple
رَةِ لا في كَثافَةِ التُفّاحِ
Sharing the apple's distinctive fragrance and ruddy
In excelling in the scent of apples and wine
hue, but not the apple's density.
Not in the quantity of apples in sight
غَيرَnot نَكرٍa wonder أَنthat تَستَمِدَّdraw شُعاعَthe radiance of الthe
غَيرَ نَكرٍ أَن تَستَمِدَّ شُعاعَ ال
شَمسِsun مِنهاfrom it كَواكِبَthe stars of الأَقداحِthe goblets
شَمسِ مِنها كَواكِبَ الأَقداحِ
It is no wonder that the radiance of the
It's no wonder that it derives the sun's rays
sun is drawn from it by the stars of the goblets.
Like stars derive their light
فَهِيَfor it is أَصلُthe source of الأَنوارِlights لُطفاًin subtlety كَماjust as كاcups (first part)
فَهِيَ أَصلُ الأَنوارِ لُطفاً كَما كا
ساتُهاits cups (completion) عُنصُرُthe substance of الزلالِclear water القَراحِpure
ساتُها عُنصُرُ الزلالِ القَراحِ
For it is the source of light in its subtlety, just as its
It's the origin of gentleness in its essence
cups are the substance of pure, clear water.
As its drops are the element of limpid white
خَدَمَتهاserved it الأَجسامُbodies بِالطَبعِby nature لماwhen
خَدَمَتها الأَجسامُ بِالطَبعِ لما
شاهَدَتthey saw قُربَهاits nearness مِنَto الأَرواحِspirits
شاهَدَت قُربَها مِنَ الأَرواحِ
Bodies served it by nature, when
Bodies are drawn to it by nature
they saw its nearness to spirits.
When witnessing its closeness to the soul and sprite
فَتَدارَكso rescue بِهاwith it حَشاشَةَthe last spark of life in أَفراjoys (first part)
فَتَدارَك بِها حَشاشَةَ أَفرا
حيmy joys (completion) وَحَرَّكَand stir بِهاwith it سُكونَthe stillness of أَرتِياحيmy delight
حي وَحَرَّكَ بِها سُكونَ أَرتِياحي
So revive with it the last spark of my
So it mended my languor and laziness
joys, and with it stir the stillness of my delight,
And stirred my stillness and respite
بَينَbetween وَردَينِtwo roses مِنof بَنانٍfingertips وَخَدand a cheek
بَينَ وَردَينِ مِن بَنانٍ وَخَد
وَشَرابَينِand two draughts مِنof رِضابٍsaliva وَراحِand wine
وَشَرابَينِ مِن رِضابٍ وَراحِ
Between two roses, of fingertips and cheek,
Between two rose buds and goblets
And two draughts, of saliva and wine,
Of pleasure and comfort, out of sight
وَنَشيدٍand a chant مُستَنبطٍdrawn out مِنfrom حَديثٍconversation
وَنَشيدٍ مُستَنبطٍ مِن حَديثٍ
وَغِناءٍand singing يُغنيsuffices عَنin place of الأَقداحِthe goblets
وَغِناءٍ يُغني عَن الأَقداحِ
And a chant drawn from conversation,
A melody deduced from a tale
And singing that leaves no need for goblets.
A song that makes one forsake invite
فَأَلَذّfor the sweetest الحَياةِlife ماthat which خَلَطَmixes العاthe wise (first part)
فَأَلَذّ الحَياةِ ما خَلَطَ العا
قِلُman (completion) فيهِin it فَسادَهُhis vice بِصَلاحِwith virtue
قِلُ فيهِ فَسادَهُ بِصَلاحِ
For the sweetest life is that in which the wise
For the sweetest life mixes corruption with its
man mingles his vice with virtue.
Virtue, wrong with right
Sol 6.1