هذِهِthis خمريmy wine فَذُقهاso taste it ياO نَديميmy drinking companion
هذِهِ خمري فَذُقها يا نَديمي
فَلَهاfor it has طَعمٌa taste غَريبٌstrange فيin كُروميmy vineyards
فَلَها طَعمٌ غَريبٌ في كُرومي
This is my wine, so taste it, O my drinking companion.
This is my wine, so taste it, my friend
For it has a strange taste in my vineyards.
It has a strange flavor in my vineyards
ليَI have فيin كَأسيmy cup يَقينٌcertainty لَمnot يَكُنwas
ليَ في كَأسي يَقينٌ لَم يَكُن
ذَهبَdeparted الشَكُّthe doubt مَعwith الحُبِّthe love القَديمِold
ذَهبَ الشَكُّ مَع الحُبِّ القَديمِ
In my cup I have a certainty I did not have before;
In my cup there is certainty that was not
Doubt has gone with the old love.
Doubt has gone with the old love
إِنَّindeed فيin عَينَيthe two eyes of حَبيبيmy beloved طَرَباًecstasy
إِنَّ في عَينَي حَبيبي طَرَباً
شاعَspread آمالاًas hopes وَعِطراًand fragrance فيin صَميميmy innermost being
شاعَ آمالاً وَعِطراً في صَميمي
Indeed, in my beloved's eyes there is ecstasy
In the eyes of my beloved there is joy
That spread as hopes and fragrance through my innermost being.
That has spread hope and fragrance in my core
أَينَwhere مِنهُin comparison with it ذلِكَthat الهَمُّthe grief جَرىflowed
أَينَ مِنهُ ذلِكَ الهَمُّ جَرى
مِنfrom أَفاعيهِits vipers سُموماًas poisons فيin كُلوميmy wounds
مِن أَفاعيهِ سُموماً في كُلومي
What, beside it, is that grief that flowed
Where is that worry which flowed
As poisons from its vipers into my wounds?
Poisons from its snakes in my heart
ياO نَديميmy drinking companion أَبرَأَتhealed جُرحيmy wound يَدٌa hand
يا نَديمي أَبرَأَت جُرحي يَدٌ
فاضَpoured forth مِنهاfrom it مَرهَمُbalm القَلبِthe heart الكَريمِgenerous
فاضَ مِنها مَرهَمُ القَلبِ الكَريمِ
O my drinking companion, a hand has healed my wound;
My friend, a hand has healed my wound
From it poured forth the balm of the generous heart.
From it has poured the balm of a generous heart
فَعَلىso upon كلِّevery شَقِيٍّwretched person رَحمَةٌmercy
فَعَلى كلِّ شَقِيٍّ رَحمَةٌ
مِنfrom سَمائيmy heaven وَعَلىand upon كُلِّevery سَقيمِailing person
مِن سَمائي وَعَلى كُلِّ سَقيمِ
So upon every wretched one is mercy
On every wretched there is mercy
From my heaven, and upon every ailing one.
From my heavens and on every sick
لَمnot يَكُنwas ماضِيَّmy past فيin الحُبِّthe love سِوىnothing but
لَم يَكُن ماضِيَّ في الحُبِّ سِوى
مَطهَرٍa purgatory أَفضىled إِلىto هذاthis النَعيمِthe bliss
مَطهَرٍ أَفضى إِلى هذا النَعيمِ
My past in love was nothing but
My past in love was nothing but
A purgatory that led to this bliss.
A cleanser that led to this bliss
Sol 6.1