بورِكتَBlessed are you مِنas قَبلٍan amiable man ظَريفٍwitty كَيِّسِdiscerning
بورِكتَ مِن قَبلٍ ظَريفٍ كَيِّسِ
عَفَّchaste اللِسانِof tongue عَنِregarding الفَواحِشِobscenities أَخرَسِmute
عَفَّ اللِسانِ عَنِ الفَواحِشِ أَخرَسِ
Blessed are you, an amiable man, witty and discerning,
Chaste of tongue, mute before obscenities.
حُرٌّa noble man تَصَبُّfall in love بِهِwith him القُلوبُhearts وَيُفتَدىand he is ransomed
حُرٌّ تَصَبُّ بِهِ القُلوبُ وَيُفتَدى
مِنbecause of رِقَّةٍtenderness وَحَلاوَةٍand sweetness بِالأَنفُسِwith lives
مِن رِقَّةٍ وَحَلاوَةٍ بِالأَنفُسِ
A noble man whom hearts adore, whom others would ransom
With their lives, for his tenderness and sweetness.
فَلَنِعمَso how excellent رَيحانُthe basil of النَدامىdrinking companions أَنتَyou are إِنif
فَلَنِعمَ رَيحانُ النَدامى أَنتَ إِن
عَزَمواthey decide on الصَبوحَmorning wine وَنِعمَand how excellent حَشوُthe company filling المَجلِسِthe gathering
عَزَموا الصَبوحَ وَنِعمَ حَشوُ المَجلِسِ
What a fine sprig of basil you are to drinking companions, when
They decide on morning wine—and what fine company at a gathering!
بِالشِعرِwith the poetry تُنشِدُهُyou recite it to الجَليسَthe companion فَيَنتَشيso he grows intoxicated
بِالشِعرِ تُنشِدُهُ الجَليسَ فَيَنتَشي
طَرَباًwith delight وَبِالخَبَرِand with the tale الخَطيرِweighty المُنفِسِprecious
طَرَباً وَبِالخَبَرِ الخَطيرِ المُنفِسِ
With poetry you recite to your companion, who grows drunk
With delight, and with a tale of weight and worth.
ماwhat ليis with me أَرىI see الأُدَباءَthe men of letters أَحرَزَhave secured جُلُّهُمmost of them
ما لي أَرى الأُدَباءَ أَحرَزَ جُلُّهُم
خَصلَthe prize of الثَراءِwealth وَأَنتَwhile you عَينُthe very embodiment of المُفلِسِa penniless man
خَصلَ الثَراءِ وَأَنتَ عَينُ المُفلِسِ
Why do I find that most men of letters have won
The prize of wealth, while you are the very picture of a pauper?
قَدsurely كانَit was حَقُّكَyour due أَنto تُغَلِّسَarrive before dawn فيin الغِنىwealth
قَد كانَ حَقُّكَ أَن تُغَلِّسَ في الغِنى
بِمُغَلِّسِthrough Mughallis بنِson of حُذَيفَةَHudhayfa بنِson of مُغَلِّسِMughallis
بِمُغَلِّسِ بنِ حُذَيفَةَ بنِ مُغَلِّسِ
It was surely your due to enter wealth before dawn
Through Mughallis son of Hudhayfa son of Mughallis,
بِصَديقِكَthrough your friend الصِدقِtrue الَّذيwhom جَمَعَتكُماunited you both
بِصَديقِكَ الصِدقِ الَّذي جَمَعَتكُما
قِدَمُthe long standing of الفُتوَّةِyouthful gallantry وَاِرتِضاعُand suckling at الأَكؤُسِthe cups
قِدَمُ الفُتوَّةِ وَاِرتِضاعُ الأَكؤُسِ
Through your true friend, united with you by
Long-standing youthful gallantry and suckling at the cups.
Sol 6.1