يَاAh سَقَىmay give drink اللَّهُGod شَادِناًa young gazelle باتَspent the night يَسْقِيserving drink
يَا سَقَى اللَّهُ شَادِناً باتَ يَسْقِي
ماthat which حَكاهmirrored it لَمَاهُhis lips’ dusky hue صِرفاًunmixed wine عَتِيقاaged
ما حَكاه لَمَاهُ صِرفاً عَتِيقا
Ah, may God give drink to a young gazelle who spent the night serving
O he whom God has quenched with cupbearer's toil, he toils on, cupbearing,
pure, aged wine that the dusky hue of his lips mirrored.
What his signs have related to us is an ancient page
هَابَgrew afraid وَارْتابَand grew doubtful لاتِّقادِat the blazing of سَنَاهits radiance
هَابَ وَارْتابَ لاتِّقادِ سَنَاه
أَرَحيقاًwas it nectar يَصُبُّهُhe pours it أَمْor حَرِيقاfire
أَرَحيقاً يَصُبُّهُ أَمْ حَرِيقا
He grew afraid and doubtful at its blazing radiance:
He has dreaded and hesitated before the kindling of his years,
Was it nectar he was pouring, or fire?
Will he pour soothing wine or searing fire?
Sol 6.1