وَلَيْلٍand a night كَأَنَّas though الدُّجْنَthe darkness يَجْرِيflows بِبَدْرِهِwith its full moon
وَلَيْلٍ كَأَنَّ الدُّجْنَ يَجْرِي بِبَدْرِهِ
عَدَلْتُI balanced بِهِin it لَهْوِيmy revelry بِمْعتَدِلٍwith a well-proportioned one غَضِّtender
عَدَلْتُ بِهِ لَهْوِي بِمْعتَدِلٍ غَضِّ
And a night when darkness seemed to drift with its full moon,
A night with a moon so bright, it's as if lamps illuminate its brightness
I balanced my revelry in it with one tender and well-proportioned,
I steered my desire, keeping moderation in mind
وَمَشْمُولَةٍand wine chilled by the north wind دَسَّتْsecretly slipped in خَوادِمُهاits handmaids بِهاthrough it
وَمَشْمُولَةٍ دَسَّتْ خَوادِمُها بِها
فأَغْرَتْthus incited بِتَوْبَاتِيagainst my repentances وَسائلِmeans لِلنَّقْضِfor undoing
فأَغْرَتْ بِتَوْبَاتِي وَسائلِ لِلنَّقْضِ
And wine chilled by the north wind, its handmaids stealing in through it,
And a heavily cloaked one whose servants draped it over her
Thus stirring up means to undo my repentances.
So she deceived me with my remorse and questions prone to negation
ظباءٌgazelles لَهاthey have فيin النَّفْسthe soul أَمْرٌa command مُحَكَّمٌbinding
ظباءٌ لَها في النَّفْس أَمْرٌ مُحَكَّمٌ
وَغَمٌّand grief جِريُّbrazen الْجَوْرِoppression فيin الْبِسْطexpansion وَالْقَبْضِand contraction
وَغَمٌّ جِريُّ الْجَوْرِ في الْبِسْط وَالْقَبْضِ
Gazelles whose command over the soul is binding,
A gazelle within my soul, a definite matter
And grief, brazen in oppression, in expansion and contraction.
And sadness, the flow of tyranny in expansion and grip
Sol 6.1