لاnot أَرتَضيI accept ياO صاحِfriend أَنِّيَthat I am صاحيsober
لا أَرتَضي يا صاحِ أَنِّيَ صاحي
فَالراحُfor the wine فيهاin it راحَةُsolace الأَرواحِthe souls
فَالراحُ فيها راحَةُ الأَرواحِ
I will not accept, my friend, being sober;
I do not wish, O friend, that I were awake,
for in wine lies the solace of souls.
For in sleep there is rest for souls.
أَمسَيتُI reached evening فيin ظُلُماتِdarkness إيحاشٍloneliness فَقُمso rise
أَمسَيتُ في ظُلُماتِ إيحاشٍ فَقُم
وَاِقدَحand strike sparks زِنادَflints الأُنسِfellowship بِالأَقداحِwith the cups
وَاِقدَح زِنادَ الأُنسِ بِالأَقداحِ
Evening finds me in the darkness of loneliness; so rise,
I fell into deep darkness of despair, so get up
and strike the flints of fellowship with the cups.
And kindle the wicks of intimacy with cups.
وَاِشرَبand drink وَهاتِand bring الكَأسَthe cup صِرفاًunmixed وَاِسقِنيand give me drink
وَاِشرَب وَهاتِ الكَأسَ صِرفاً وَاِسقِني
حَمراءَred تُغنينيmakes me independent عَنِof المِصباحِthe lamp
حَمراءَ تُغنيني عَنِ المِصباحِ
And drink; bring the cup undiluted, and pour me
Drink and bring the cup around and give me to drink
red wine that spares me the need of a lamp.
Red wine that makes me need no lamp.
وَاِصرِفand drive away بِصِرفِwith unmixed الراحِthe wine تَجلوshines forth صورَةُimage الthe
وَاِصرِف بِصِرفِ الراحِ تَجلو صورَةُ ال
أفراحِjoys عَنّيfrom me سَورَةَfierce surge الأَتراحِthe sorrows
أفراحِ عَنّي سَورَةَ الأَتراحِ
And with pure wine dispel—as there shines the image of
Turn away with the turning of the wind and the image of
joy—the fierce surge of sorrows from me.
Happiness turns from me the chapter of sorrows.
مِنfrom كَفِّthe hand of أَحوَرَdark-eyed شادِنٍa fawn عَذبِsweet اللَمىthe lips’ dusky hue
مِن كَفِّ أَحوَرَ شادِنٍ عَذبِ اللَمى
وَخَريدَةٍand a shy maiden مَلأىfull الإِزارِthe waist-wrap رَداحِample-hipped
وَخَريدَةٍ مَلأى الإِزارِ رَداحِ
From the hand of a dark-eyed fawn with sweet, dusky lips,
From the palm of a alluring dark-lipped beauty
and a shy maiden, full beneath her waist-wrap, ample-hipped.
And a saucy one with a dress full of fluttering.
أَوor ماnot تَرىyou see أَنَّthat الرَبيعَspring كَأَنَّهُas though it were
أَو ما تَرى أَنَّ الرَبيعَ كَأَنَّهُ
ثَمِلٌdrunk يُرَنِّحُهُmakes it sway هُبوبُblowing رِياحِwinds
ثَمِلٌ يُرَنِّحُهُ هُبوبُ رِياحِ
Or do you not see that spring seems
Or do you not see that spring is as though
drunk, swayed by gusts of wind?
It were ripe, breathed on by the blowing winds.
فَكَأَنَّماso it is as though أَنفاسُهُits breaths ماwhat lies بَينَناbetween us
فَكَأَنَّما أَنفاسُهُ ما بَينَنا
عَبَقَتbecame fragrant بِغالِيَةٍwith ghaliya perfume عَلىon تُفّاحِapples
عَبَقَت بِغالِيَةٍ عَلى تُفّاحِ
So it is as though its breaths among us
So that its breaths between us
were scented with ghaliya perfume upon apples.
Were fragrant with sweetness on apples.
وَالرَوضُand the garden يَغمِزُناwinks at us بِعَينَيwith the two eyes of نَرجِسٍnarcissus
وَالرَوضُ يَغمِزُنا بِعَينَي نَرجِسٍ
غَضٍّfresh وَيَبسِمُand smiles عَنrevealing ثُغورِmouths أَقاحِdaisies
غَضٍّ وَيَبسِمُ عَن ثُغورِ أَقاحِ
And the garden winks at us with two narcissus eyes,
And the meadow winks at us with the eyes of narcissi,
fresh, and smiles to reveal mouths of daisies.
Fresh and smiling from the buds of flowers.
وَالطَيرُand the birds بَينَamong مُغَرِّدٍsinging وَمُعَربِدٍand carousing
وَالطَيرُ بَينَ مُغَرِّدٍ وَمُعَربِدٍ
وَمُرَدِّدٍand repeating songs وَمُعَدِّدٍand chanting laments نوّاحِwailing
وَمُرَدِّدٍ وَمُعَدِّدٍ نوّاحِ
And the birds: some sing, some carouse,
And the birds between singers and murmurers
some repeat their songs, some chant laments and wail.
And repeaters and enumerators crying out.
وَالماءُand the water بَينَamong مُسَلسَلٍrippling وَمُسَجسَجٍand gently flowing
وَالماءُ بَينَ مُسَلسَلٍ وَمُسَجسَجٍ
وَمُهَينِمٍand whispering وَمُزَمزِمٍand humming سيّاحِstreaming
وَمُهَينِمٍ وَمُزَمزِمٍ سيّاحِ
And the water: some ripples, some flows gently,
And the water between cascading and gurgling
some whispers, some hums, streaming on.
And roaring and murmuring, flowing.
وَكَأَنَّماand it is as though المَنثورُthe stock flowers مَدَّstretched out أَكُفَّهُits palms
وَكَأَنَّما المَنثورُ مَدَّ أَكُفَّهُ
بِأَنامِلٍwith fingertips بَينَamong الندامthe drinking companions مِلاحِlovely
بِأَنامِلٍ بَينَ الندام مِلاحِ
And it is as though the stock flowers have stretched out their palms
And scattered blossoms stretched out their palms
with lovely fingertips among the drinking companions.
With bracelets between the wrists.
وَالوَردُand the rose يَدعوcalls لِلصَبوحِfor the morning drink تَنَبَّهواwake up
وَالوَردُ يَدعو لِلصَبوحِ تَنَبَّهوا
نادىcalled upon المُؤَذِّنُthe muezzin فالِقَthe cleaver of الأصباحِthe dawns
نادى المُؤَذِّنُ فالِقَ الأصباحِ
And the rose calls for the morning draught: “Awake!
And the roses call to the dawn “Awaken,”
The muezzin has called upon the Cleaver of dawns.
The caller to prayer split the dawn.
وَتَغَنَّمواand make the most of الزَمَنَthe time القَصيرَbrief فَإِنَّهُfor it
وَتَغَنَّموا الزَمَنَ القَصيرَ فَإِنَّهُ
قَدalready آذَنَتannounced غَدَواتُهُits mornings بِرَواحِof evening
قَد آذَنَت غَدَواتُهُ بِرَواحِ
And make the most of the brief time, for
And make good use of the short time, for surely
its mornings have already heralded evening.”
Its mornings have given notice of departure.
Sol 6.1