ياO صاحبيّmy two companions اسقيانيgive me drink, both of you لاmay … not عدمتكماI lose you both
يا صاحبيّ اسقياني لا عدمتكما
جزاكماmay He reward you both اللهGod بالإحسانِfor kindness إِحساناkindness
جزاكما الله بالإحسانِ إِحسانا
O my two companions, give me drink—may I never lose you both.
O my friend, give me a drink, may you never be far
May God reward you both for your kindness with kindness.
May God reward you with kindness upon kindness
هُبّاrise, both of you فقدfor already هبّتِhave stirred الأطيارُthe birds تخبرناtell us
هُبّا فقد هبّتِ الأطيارُ تخبرنا
منfrom الغصونِthe boughs بأنَّof the fact that الصبحdawn قدalready حاناhas come
من الغصونِ بأنَّ الصبح قد حانا
Rise, you two, for the birds have stirred to tell us
Come now, the birds have already come and told us
From the boughs that dawn has come.
From the branches that dawn has arrived
وعاطيانيand pass me wine, both of you كُمَيْتَdark-red الراحِthe wine صافيةًclear
وعاطياني كُمَيْتَ الراحِ صافيةً
مماfrom what تخيَّرهhe chose it كسرىKisra بنson of ساساناSasan
مما تخيَّره كسرى بن ساسانا
And pass me clear, dark-red wine,
And give me a cup of pure, morning breeze
Of the kind Kisra, son of Sasan, chose,
Of the selection of Kisra son of Sasan
بكفِّby the hand of ساقٍa cupbearer رخيمِgentle الدلّthe coquetry تحسبهyou think him
بكفِّ ساقٍ رخيمِ الدلّ تحسبه
لِمّاbecause of what حوىhe possesses منof فتورِlanguor الطرفthe gaze وسناناdrowsy
لِمّا حوى من فتورِ الطرف وسنانا
By the hand of a cupbearer, gentle in his coquetry, whom you would think
In a delicate hand that you'd think
Drowsy, for the languor he bears in his gaze.
Was languid from the softness of its touch
إذاwhen رأتْsees مقلتيmy eye بستانَthe garden of وجنتهhis cheek
إذا رأتْ مقلتي بستانَ وجنته
فحسبهاthen it suffices for it أنto ترىit sees ماas long as عشتI live بستاناa garden
فحسبها أن ترى ما عشت بستانا
When my eye sees the garden of his cheek,
If my eyelids see a garden and its greenery
That is garden enough for it to behold as long as I live.
They think they're seeing what I've lived with as a garden
لاdo not تسكرانيmake me drunk, both of you منfrom الصهباءِthe tawny wine هاbehold أناI ذاthis one
لا تسكراني من الصهباءِ ها أنا ذا
منfrom لوعةِburning anguish الحبِّlove قدalready أَصبحتُI have become سكراناdrunk
من لوعةِ الحبِّ قد أَصبحتُ سكرانا
Do not make me drunk on tawny wine—here I am,
Don't intoxicate me with blond wine, here I am
Already drunk from love's burning anguish.
From the agony of love, I've awakened drunk
Sol 6.1