قَالَhe said خُذْهَاtake it مِنfrom يَدِيmy hand تَشْبَهُit resembles مَاwhat
قَالَ خُذْهَا مِن يَدِي تَشْبَهُ مَا
فيin فَميmy mouth قلتI said ولاbut not كُلَّall الصِّفاتِthe qualities
في فَمي قلت ولا كُلَّ الصِّفاتِ
He said, “Take it from my hand; it resembles what
is in my mouth.” I said, “But not in every quality.”
فَجَلاthen he cleared away مِنfrom كَأْسِهاits cup القَارَthe pitch كَمَاjust as
فَجَلا مِن كَأْسِها القَارَ كَمَا
شَقَّrent نُورُthe light of الصُّبْحِdawn جَيْبَthe bosom of الظُلُماتِthe darkness
شَقَّ نُورُ الصُّبْحِ جَيْبَ الظُلُماتِ
Then he cleared the pitch-blackness from its cup, as
the light of dawn rent the bosom of darkness.
وَسَقَاand he gave to drink نيهاme, it وَقَدand already كَلَّhad grown weary الدُّجَىthe darkness of night
وَسَقَا نيها وَقَد كَلَّ الدُّجَى
فَهْوَso it نَحْوَtoward الغَرْبِthe west دَانيclose-set الخُطُواتِthe steps
فَهْوَ نَحْوَ الغَرْبِ دَاني الخُطُواتِ
He gave it to me to drink when the night had grown weary,
and was taking short steps toward the west.
يَاO نَدَيميَّmy two boon companions خُذاهاyou two, take it مِنfrom يَدَيْthe two hands of
يَا نَدَيميَّ خُذاها مِن يَدَيْ
قَمَرٍa moon رُكِّبَwas mounted فيin صَدْرِthe upper part of قَناةِa spear-shaft
قَمَرٍ رُكِّبَ في صَدْرِ قَناةِ
O my two boon companions, take it from the hands
of a moon mounted atop a spear-shaft.
لَسْتُI do not أَنسَاهُforget him وَقَدْand already حَيَّاhe greeted بِهاwith it
لَسْتُ أَنسَاهُ وَقَدْ حَيَّا بِها
قَهْوَةًwine تَجْمَعُit gathers لَذَّاتِthe delights of الحَيَاةِlife
قَهْوَةً تَجْمَعُ لَذَّاتِ الحَيَاةِ
I cannot forget him, greeting me with it—
a wine that gathers life's delights.
Sol 6.1