خُذاseize, both of you فُرَصَopportunities اللذّاتِpleasures مماfrom what سمحتwas generous بهاwith them
خُذا فُرَصَ اللذّاتِ مما سمحت بها
صروفُvicissitudes اللياليthe nights فَهيfor they are بَيَضeggs أَنُوقِa female vulture
صروفُ الليالي فَهي بَيَض أَنُوقِ
Seize, you two, the chances for pleasure offered
Seize pleasures' chances from what fate allows;
by the vicissitudes of the nights—for they are as rare as a vulture’s eggs.
These nights' vicissitudes are gentle does.
ولاand do not تَعذُلانيreproach me, you two فيfor الصَّبابةِardent love والصِّباand youth
ولا تَعذُلاني في الصَّبابةِ والصِّبا
فلَوميfor blaming me علىfor إذهابِهاsquandering them لعُقوقيsurely wronging me
فلَومي على إذهابِها لعُقوقي
And do not reproach me, you two, for ardent love and youth;
Reproach me not for wasting youth and prime-
for blaming me for squandering them is surely to wrong me.
To blame me now for ageing were abuse.
وماand not العيشُlife إلاexcept فيin الخلاعةِdebauchery والهوىand passion
وما العيشُ إلا في الخلاعةِ والهوى
وشربand drinking طلاًwine صافٍclear ووصَلِand union عشيقِa lover
وشرب طلاً صافٍ ووصَلِ عشيقِ
And life lies only in debauchery and passion,
True living is but love and revelry,
and drinking clear wine and union with a lover.
Clear wine, a singing girl-no more to use.
ولاand do not تأمناtrust, you two سَلمَpeace الزمانِtime فإنّهfor indeed it
ولا تأمنا سَلمَ الزمانِ فإنّه
صديقٌa friend لِماto whoever صافاهُbefriended it غيرُnot صديقِa friend
صديقٌ لِما صافاهُ غيرُ صديقِ
And do not trust, you two, the peace of time, for it is
Trust not Time's courtesy; his friendship's whim;
a friend to whoever befriends it, yet no friend.
Fair to your face, but faithless to your back.
لقدindeed جارَwas unjust فيin الأحكامِthe judgments حتىuntil أغصّنيmade me choke
لقد جارَ في الأحكامِ حتى أغصّني
وأشرقَنيand made me choke فيamid النائباتِcalamities بريقيon my saliva
وأشرقَني في النائباتِ بريقي
It has indeed been unjust in its judgments, until it made me gag,
How partisan his judgments! I'm perplexed
and amid calamities made me choke on my own saliva.
And my own flashing talents are unstrung.
Sol 6.1