ومجدِّينand those pressing onward فيin السُّرىnight travel قدhad تعاطَوْاthey partook
ومجدِّين في السُّرى قد تعاطَوْا
غَفَوَاتِbrief slumbers الهوىlove بغيرِwithout كؤوسcups
غَفَوَاتِ الهوى بغيرِ كؤوس
And those pressing onward by night had drunk
They blamed me secretly though they themselves
Love’s brief slumbers, without cups.
Indulged in the oblivion of passion without cups
جنحواthey leaned وانحنواand they bent down علىover العيسِthe tawny camels حتىuntil
جنحوا وانحنوا على العيسِ حتى
خلتْهمI thought them يعتبونthey reproach أيديthe forelegs of العيسthe tawny camels
خلتْهم يعتبون أيدي العيس
They leaned and bent over the tawny camels, until
They leaned and bent over the sap
I thought them reproaching the camels’ forelegs.
So it left them blaming the hands of the sap
نبذواthey cast aside الغمضَsleep وهوthough it حلوٌsweet إلىuntil أنthat
نبذوا الغمضَ وهو حلوٌ إلى أن
وجدوهthey found it سُلافهًpure wine فيin الرؤوسthe heads
وجدوه سُلافهً في الرؤوس
They cast sleep aside, though it was sweet, until
They rejected dozing though it is sweet until
They found it pure wine within their heads.
They found it slopping in the heads
Sol 6.1