لَسناwe are not بِشَربٍa band of drinkers فَوقَهُمabove them ظِلُّthe shade of بُردَةٍa cloak
لَسنا بِشَربٍ فَوقَهُم ظِلُّ بُردَةٍ
يُعِدّونَthey prepare لِلحانوتِfor the tavern تَيساًa he-goat وَمِفصَداand a bloodletting lancet
يُعِدّونَ لِلحانوتِ تَيساً وَمِفصَدا
We are no drinking band sheltered beneath a cloak,
preparing a he-goat and a lancet for the tavern.
مُلوكٌkings وَأَبناءُand sons of المُلوكِkings إِذاwhen اِنتَشَواthey grow tipsy
مُلوكٌ وَأَبناءُ المُلوكِ إِذا اِنتَشَوا
أَهانواthey lavish الصَبوحَmorning wine وَالسَديفَand camel-hump fat المُسَرهَداrichly fattened
أَهانوا الصَبوحَ وَالسَديفَ المُسَرهَدا
Kings and sons of kings, when they grow tipsy,
lavish morning wine and rich camel-hump fat.
إِذاwhen جَلَسواthey sit أَلفَيتَyou find رَشحَthe perspiration of جُلودِهِمtheir skins
إِذا جَلَسوا أَلفَيتَ رَشحَ جُلودِهِم
مِنَof المِسكِmusk وَالجادِيِّand saffron جَفناًa bowlful مُبَدَّداscattered
مِنَ المِسكِ وَالجادِيِّ جَفناً مُبَدَّدا
When they sit, you find the sweat upon their skins
like a spilled bowlful of musk and saffron.
تَرىyou see فَوقَover أَثناءِthe folds of الزَرابِيِّthe carpets ساقِطاًfallen
تَرى فَوقَ أَثناءِ الزَرابِيِّ ساقِطاً
نِعالاًsandals وَقَسّوباًand fine robes وَرَيطاًand fine wraps مُعَضَّداstriped
نِعالاً وَقَسّوباً وَرَيطاً مُعَضَّدا
You see, strewn over the folds of the carpets,
sandals, fine robes, and striped wraps.
وَتَحسُبُهُمand you would think them ماتواthey had died زُمَينَin the days of حَليمَةٍHalimah
وَتَحسُبُهُم ماتوا زُمَينَ حَليمَةٍ
وَإِنand if تَأتِهِمyou come to them تَحمَدyou will praise نِدامَهُمُtheir drinking company غَداtomorrow
وَإِن تَأتِهِم تَحمَد نِدامَهُمُ غَدا
And you would think they had died in Halimah’s day;
yet if you visit them, tomorrow you will praise their drinking company.
وَذوand one wearing نَطَفٍearrings يَسعىhurries مُلَصِّقَpressing خَدِّهِhis cheek
وَذو نَطَفٍ يَسعى مُلَصِّقَ خَدِّهِ
بِديباجَةٍagainst brocade تَكفافُهاits edging قَدalready تَقَدَّداhas torn into shreds
بِديباجَةٍ تَكفافُها قَد تَقَدَّدا
And one wearing earrings hurries, pressing his cheek
against brocade whose edging has been torn to shreds.
Sol 6.1