رقَّgrew gentle النسيمُthe breeze وراقand grew lovely الروضُthe garden بالزَّهَرِwith blossoms
رقَّ النسيمُ وراق الروضُ بالزَّهَرِ
فنبّهِso awaken الكاسَthe cup والإبريقَand the ewer بالوترwith the musical string
فنبّهِ الكاسَ والإبريقَ بالوتر
The breeze grew gentle, and the garden lovely with blossoms.
The breeze softened and the garden bloomed with flowers
So wake the cup and ewer with the music of a string.
So awaken the cup and the jug with music
ماnot العيشُlife إلاexcept اصطباحُmorning drinking الراحِwine أوor شَنِبٌcool and sweet (of a mouth)
ما العيشُ إلا اصطباحُ الراحِ أو شَنِبٌ
يُغنيsuffices عنinstead of الراحِwine منfrom سَلْسَالa limpid mouth ذيpossessing أُشُرfine tooth-serrations
يُغني عن الراحِ من سَلْسَال ذي أُشُر
Life is nothing but morning wine, or cool sweetness
What is life but the morning draft of comfort or a drinking companion
That makes wine needless, from a limpid mouth with finely notched teeth.
Who makes you forget comfort like a chain with bells
قلْsay للكواكبِto the stars غُضِّيlower للكرىfor sleep مُقَلاًeyes
قلْ للكواكبِ غُضِّي للكرى مُقَلاً
فأعْيُنُfor the eyes الزَّهْرِof the flowers أولىmore deserving منكthan you بالسَّهرof wakefulness
فأعْيُنُ الزَّهْرِ أولى منك بالسَّهر
Tell the stars: Lower your eyes for sleep,
Tell the stars to dim for the locales a crescent
For the flowers' eyes have more right than you to keep vigil.
For the eyes of flowers are more deserving than you of staying up
وللصباحِand to the morning ألاcome now فانْشُرْthen spread رداءَa robe سناًof radiance
وللصباحِ ألا فانْشُرْ رداءَ سناً
هذاthis الدُّجىdarkness قدalready طَوَتْهُhas folded it away راحةُthe palm السَّحَرof dawn
هذا الدُّجى قد طَوَتْهُ راحةُ السَّحَر
And to the morning: Come, spread a robe of radiance;
And tell the morning not to spread the gown of glory
This darkness has already been folded away by dawn's palm.
This darkness that the comfort of dawn has folded
وقامَand rose بالقهوةِwith the wine الصهباءِtawny ذوone possessing هَيَفٍa slender waist
وقامَ بالقهوةِ الصهباءِ ذو هَيَفٍ
يكادalmost مِعْطَفُهُhis flank ينقدُّsplits apart بالنَّظَرby a glance
يكاد مِعْطَفُهُ ينقدُّ بالنَّظَر
And one slim of waist rose bearing tawny wine;
And the one with beautiful hair stood up with the brown coffee
His flank could almost be rent by a glance.
His cloak almost unraveling under the gaze
يطفوfloats عليهاupon it إذاwhen ماan emphatic particle شجَّهاhe diluted it with water دُرَرٌpearls
يطفو عليها إذا ما شجَّها دُرَرٌ
تخالُهاyou imagine them اخْتُلِسَتْwere stolen منfrom ثغرهhis mouth الخَصِرcool
تخالُها اخْتُلِسَتْ من ثغره الخَصِر
Pearls float upon it whenever he mixes it with water;
Pearls float over it when it is shaken
You would think them stolen from his cool mouth.
As if stolen from the waist of a beloved
فالكأَسُso the cup فيin كفِّهhis palm بالراحِwith wine مُتْرَعَةٌfilled to the brim
فالكأَسُ في كفِّه بالراحِ مُتْرَعَةٌ
كهالةٍlike a halo أَحْدَقَتْformed a ring فيin الأُفْقthe horizon بالقمرaround the moon
كهالةٍ أَحْدَقَتْ في الأُفْق بالقمر
So the cup in his palm, brimful of wine,
So the cup in his hand comforted with music
Is like a halo encircling the moon on the horizon.
An intense moon that stared at the horizon
Sol 6.1