غَادِgreet at dawn المُدَامَthe wine بحَثِّby urging on الكَأْسِthe cup والطّاسِand the drinking bowl
غَادِ المُدَامَ بحَثِّ الكَأْسِ والطّاسِ
مِنْfrom كَفِّthe hand of ذِيone possessing هَيَفٍa slender waist كالغُصْنِlike a branch مَيّاسِswaying gracefully
مِنْ كَفِّ ذِي هَيَفٍ كالغُصْنِ مَيّاسِ
Greet the wine at dawn, urging on cup and bowl,
The wine-bearer roams about with cup and jug,
From the hand of a slender-waisted one, swaying like a branch.
From the hand of one shaking it like a swaying branch.
لاno شَيْءَthing أَحْسَنُfiner مِنْthan راحٍwine مُشَعْشَعَةٍmixed with water
لا شَيْءَ أَحْسَنُ مِنْ راحٍ مُشَعْشَعَةٍ
حِمْصِيّةٍfrom Homs سِيَمَاespecially مِنْfrom كَفِّthe hand of شَمّاسِa deacon
حِمْصِيّةٍ سِيَمَا مِنْ كَفِّ شَمّاسِ
Nothing is finer than wine tempered with water,
Nothing is better than a blazing palm-wood fire,
From Homs, especially from a deacon’s hand.
Especially from the hands of an entertainer.
إذاwhen اغْتَدَىhe goes at dawn لِزُبُورِfor transcribing الكُتْبِthe books يَدْرُسُهاhe studies them
إذا اغْتَدَى لِزُبُورِ الكُتْبِ يَدْرُسُها
أَلْهَىhe distracts قُلوبَthe hearts of الوَرَىhumankind عنfrom كُلِّevery مِدْراسِscholar
أَلْهَى قُلوبَ الوَرَى عن كُلِّ مِدْراسِ
When he goes at dawn to transcribe the books, studying them,
When he turns to the books of wisdom to study them,
He distracts people’s hearts from every scholar.
He distracts the hearts of people from every school.
هذاthis فَعَاليmy way of acting بِطُرَّاقِwith the night-visitors of الهُمُومِsorrows إذاwhen
هذا فَعَالي بِطُرَّاقِ الهُمُومِ إذا
غَداbegins to يُخالِطُهاmingle with them فِكْرِيmy thoughts وَوَسْواسِيand my anxious whisperings
غَدا يُخالِطُها فِكْرِي وَوَسْواسِي
This is how I deal with sorrows that visit by night, when
This is what I do with the mantle of worries when
My thoughts and my anxious whisperings begin to mingle with them.
My thoughts and obsessions begin to mix with them.
Sol 6.1