أَتانِيَhe came to me وَالإِصباحُand daybreak يَنهَضُrises فيin الدُجىthe darkness
أَتانِيَ وَالإِصباحُ يَنهَضُ في الدُجى
بِصَفراءَwith golden wine لَمnot تُفسَدbe spoiled بِطَبخٍby cooking وَإِحراقِand burning
بِصَفراءَ لَم تُفسَد بِطَبخٍ وَإِحراقِ
He came to me as daybreak rose in the darkness,
The dawn was rising midst the gloom when you appeared
With golden wine, unspoiled by cooking and burning.
With saffron-tinted wine that cooking never marred;
فَناوَلَنيهاthen he handed it to me وَالثُرَيّاand the Pleiades كَأَنَّهاas though it were
فَناوَلَنيها وَالثُرَيّا كَأَنَّها
جِنىfresh-picked blossoms نَرجِسٍof narcissus حَيّاgreeted النَدامىthe drinking companions بِهاwith it الساقيthe cupbearer
جِنى نَرجِسٍ حَيّا النَدامى بِها الساقي
Then he handed it to me, while the Pleiades seemed like
You proffered it as though it were the juice distilled
Fresh-picked narcissus with which the cupbearer greeted the drinking companions.
From narcissi - its limpid brightness stirred the pourer's heart.
Sol 6.1