أَتَملأُdo you fill مِنfrom خَدَّيكَyour two cheeks كَأسَa cup مُدامَةٍwine
أَتَملأُ مِن خَدَّيكَ كَأسَ مُدامَةٍ
وَتَمنَعُنيand you forbid me أَنthat أَقطِفَI pluck الوَردَthe roses مِنهُماfrom them both
وَتَمنَعُني أَن أَقطِفَ الوَردَ مِنهُما
Do you fill a cup of wine from your cheeks,
yet forbid me to pluck the roses from them?
فَهَذاso this بِهَذاwith that فيin جَميلِكَyour kindness أُسوَةٌequal standing
فَهَذا بِهَذا في جَميلِكَ أُسوَةٌ
وَمِثلُكَand one like you مَنone who أَسدىbestowed الجَميلَthe kindness مُتَمَّماcomplete
وَمِثلُكَ مَن أَسدى الجَميلَ مُتَمَّما
So, in your kindness, this is equal to that,
and one like you bestows a kindness in full.
يَحلُّunfastens لَناfor us لَيلاًby night شَرابِيَmy wine خِلعَةًa robe of honor
يَحلُّ لَنا لَيلاً شَرابِيَ خِلعَةً
يَفيضُoverflows عَلَيناover us البُردُthe mantle مِنهاfrom it مُسَهَّماarrow-patterned
يَفيضُ عَلَينا البُردُ مِنها مُسَهَّما
By night my wine unfurls for us a robe of honor,
from which an arrow-patterned mantle spills over us.
إِذاwhen أَشرَقَتshines شَمسُthe sun الصَباحِthe morning وَأَشرَقَتand she shines
إِذا أَشرَقَت شَمسُ الصَباحِ وَأَشرَقَت
تَعارَضَتاthe two rival each other نوراًin radiance فَشُكِّكتُso I was made uncertain فيهِماabout them both
تَعارَضَتا نوراً فَشُكِّكتُ فيهِما
When the morning sun shines, and she too shines,
they vie in radiance, leaving me unsure which is which.
سَلواask دارَناour dwelling ياO أَهلَpeople of دارَةَDārah بِالحِمىin the protected pasture
سَلوا دارَنا يا أَهلَ دارَةَ بِالحِمى
فَماfor never ذُكِرَتshe is mentioned إِلّاexcept وَصَلّىand he invokes blessings وَسَلَّماand he offers greetings
فَما ذُكِرَت إِلّا وَصَلّى وَسَلَّما
Ask our dwelling, O people of Dārah in al-Ḥimā,
for she is never mentioned without blessings and greetings.
وَكُلُّand every صَباحٍmorning بَعدَafter فُرقَتِهاparting from her دُجىًdarkness
وَكُلُّ صَباحٍ بَعدَ فُرقَتِها دُجىً
وَكُلُّand every لِحاظٍgaze جالَroamed فيin عَينِهاher eye عَمىblindness
وَكُلُّ لِحاظٍ جالَ في عَينِها عَمى
And every morning after parting from her is darkness,
and every gaze that roamed within her eye is blindness.
وَبيand I have ظَمَأٌa thirst لَوif كانَwere بِالماءِin water مِثلُهُits like
وَبي ظَمَأٌ لَو كانَ بِالماءِ مِثلُهُ
شَكاit would complain ماwhat شَكَوناهُwe complained of it إِلَيهِto it مِنَof الظَمَاthirst
شَكا ما شَكَوناهُ إِلَيهِ مِنَ الظَمَا
And I have a thirst—if water had its like,
it would lament the thirst we lamented to it.
Sol 6.1