حَلَفَswore الرَبيعُspring بِقَدِّهِby its figure الفَتّانِenchanting
حَلَفَ الرَبيعُ بِقَدِّهِ الفَتّانِ
وَتَحَرُّشِand the teasing of الأَغصانِthe branches بِالأَغصانِwith the branches
وَتَحَرُّشِ الأَغصانِ بِالأَغصانِ
Spring swore by its enchanting figure,
Spring swore by its enchanting splendor
And by the branches teasing one another,
And the fluttering of branch by branch
وَبَهجَةِand the beauty of الزَهرِthe blossoms الأَنيقِgraceful إِذاwhen سَرَتwafted
وَبَهجَةِ الزَهرِ الأَنيقِ إِذا سَرَت
أَنفاسُهُits breaths مِسكِيَّةُmusk-scented الأَردانِthe sleeves
أَنفاسُهُ مِسكِيَّةُ الأَردانِ
And by the beauty of graceful blossoms, when there waft
And by the joy of elegant flowers when
Their breaths, with musk-scented sleeves;
Their breath spreads musky scents
وَبِصُفرَةِand by the yellowness of المَنثورِthe wallflowers مِنهُfrom it وَحُمرَةِand the redness of الthe
وَبِصُفرَةِ المَنثورِ مِنهُ وَحُمرَةِ ال
وَردِroses الجَنِيِّfreshly picked وَخُضرَةِand the greenness of الرَيحانِbasil
وَردِ الجَنِيِّ وَخُضرَةِ الرَيحانِ
And by the yellow of its wallflowers and the red of the
And by the yellow flowers scattered about
Freshly picked roses, and the green of basil;
And the red rose and green basil
وَتَرَنُّمand the warbling of الأَطيارِthe birds نَحسِبُwe imagine أَنَّهاthat they are
وَتَرَنُّم الأَطيارِ نَحسِبُ أَنَّها
أَصواتُthe sounds of شادٍa singer مُطرِبُenchanting الأَلحانِthe melodies
أَصواتُ شادٍ مُطرِبُ الأَلحانِ
And by the birds' warbling, which we imagine to be
And the birds singing, we'd think
The sounds of a singer with enchanting melodies;
They are the voices of singers of melodies
وَتَرَقرُقِand the rippling of الماءِthe water القَراحpure عَلىover حَصىpebbles
وَتَرَقرُقِ الماءِ القَراح عَلى حَصى
كَالدُرِّlike pearls وَالياقوتِand rubies وَالمَرجانِand coral
كَالدُرِّ وَالياقوتِ وَالمَرجانِ
And by the rippling of pure water over pebbles
And the gurgling of water over pebbles
Like pearls, rubies, and coral:
Like pearls, rubies and coral
لَأُمَتِّعَنَّI shall surely delight أَخاthe devotee of الخَلاعَةِrevelry وَالصَباand youthful passion
لَأُمَتِّعَنَّ أَخا الخَلاعَةِ وَالصَبا
مِنّيfrom me بِأَطيَبِwith the sweetest عيشةٍliving وَزَمانِand times
مِنّي بِأَطيَبِ عيشةٍ وَزَمانِ
I shall surely delight the devotee of revelry and youthful passion
I will entertain the mate of playfulness and youth
With the sweetest life and times I have to offer.
With the most delightful life and time
أَناI بَهجَةُthe delight of الأَيّامِthe days يَعرِفُknows قيمَتيmy worth
أَنا بَهجَةُ الأَيّامِ يَعرِفُ قيمَتي
جَذلانُa joyful man حازَhas acquired خَلائِقthe traits of الشَبانِyoung men
جَذلانُ حازَ خَلائِق الشَبانِ
I am the delight of days; my worth is known
I am the joy of days, my value is known
To a joyful man who has acquired the traits of young men.
To the chivalrous who won the virtues of youth
أَخَذَتhas exacted عَلَيهِupon him يَدُthe hand of الخَلاعَةِrevelry موثِقاًa pledge
أَخَذَت عَلَيهِ يَدُ الخَلاعَةِ موثِقاً
أَنthat لاnot يَزالُhe ceases مُشَمِّرَrolling up الأَردانِthe sleeves
أَن لا يَزالُ مُشَمِّرَ الأَردانِ
The hand of revelry has exacted a pledge from him
The hand of playfulness took from him a pact
That he shall always keep his sleeves rolled up.
That he will never cease to be high-spirited
اللَهُGod أَكبَرُis greatest ماhow أَلَذّdelightful لِشارِبٍto a drinker
اللَهُ أَكبَرُ ما أَلَذّ لِشارِبٍ
زَمَنَthe season of الرَبيعِspring وَصُحبَةَand the company of الإخوانِfriends
زَمَنَ الرَبيعِ وَصُحبَةَ الإخوانِ
God is greatest! How sweet to a drinker
God is Greatest! How delicious for the drinker
Are springtime and the company of friends!
Is the springtime and company of friends
Sol 6.1