دِماءٌblood فوقَupon خَدِّكِyour cheek أمor خَلُوقsaffron perfume
دِماءٌ فوقَ خَدِّكِ أم خَلُوق
ورِيْقٌand saliva ماwhat بثَغْركِin your mouth أمor رَحيقُpure wine
ورِيْقٌ ما بثَغْركِ أم رَحيقُ
Is that blood upon your cheek, or saffron perfume?
Blood upon your cheek or a beauty mark?
And is that saliva in your mouth, or pure wine?
And your mouth, a smile or sweet nectar?
وماand what ابتَسمَتْsmiled ثَناياfront teeth أمْor أَقاحٍdaisies
وما ابتَسمَتْ ثَنايا أمْ أَقاحٍ
ويكنفُهاand surrounds them شِفاهٌlips أمor شَقيقُred anemones
ويكنفُها شِفاهٌ أم شَقيقُ
And what has smiled—front teeth or daisies?
Your dimples have not smiled, or are they valleys?
And do lips surround them, or red anemones?
Framed by lips or ruby red flowers?
وتِلْكَand that سَناةdrowsiness نَوْمٍsleep ماthat which تعاطَتْpartook of
وتِلْكَ سَناة نَوْمٍ ما تعاطَتْ
جُفونُكِyour eyelids أمْor هيit الخَمْرُwine العَتيقُaged
جُفونُكِ أمْ هي الخَمْرُ العَتيقُ
And is that sleep's drowsiness, imbibed by
That slumber in your eyelids, did it not indulge?
your eyelids, or is it aged wine?
Or is it aged wine that makes you drunk?
لَقَدْindeed أعْدَتْinfected مَعاطِفُكِyour body's curves انْثِناءًswaying
لَقَدْ أعْدَتْ مَعاطِفُكِ انْثِناءً
وقَلبيand my heart سُكْرُهُits drunkenness ماnot إنْemphatic particle يُفيقُsobers up
وقَلبي سُكْرُهُ ما إنْ يُفيقُ
Your curves have indeed infected me with their sway,
For your glances have doubled over,
And my heart, in its drunkenness, never sobers.
And my heart is drunk, refusing to awaken.
جَمَالُكِyour beauty حَضْرَتيmy gathering-place وهواكِand love of you راحيmy wine
جَمَالُكِ حَضْرَتي وهواكِ راحي
وكأْسُكand your cup مُقْلَتيmy eye فَمتىso when أُفِيْقُI sober up
وكأْسُك مُقْلَتي فَمتى أُفِيْقُ
Your beauty is my gathering-place, and love of you my wine,
Your beauty intoxicates me, your love sets me free,
And your cup is my eye—so when shall I sober up?
Your cup is my solace, so when will I awaken?
Sol 6.1