سَقىmay ... water الرائِحُthe evening-passing cloud الغادِيpassing in the morning زمَانًاa time قطعتُهُI spent it
سَقى الرائِحُ الغادِي زمَانًا قطعتُهُ
أرُوحُI go in the evening وأغْدُوand I go in the morning للكؤوسِof the cups رَضِيعاa suckling
أرُوحُ وأغْدُو للكؤوسِ رَضِيعا
May the cloud passing evening and morning water the days I spent,
The passing breeze has quenched my thirst for some time
going forth evening and morning, a suckling of the cups.
I go and come back to the cups like a suckling babe
إذاwhenever حثهاhe urged it on الساقِيthe cupbearer مزجَتwas mingled بريقِهwith his saliva
إذا حثها الساقِي مزجَت بريقِه
سُلافتُهاits choicest wine وجدًاout of longing بهِfor him ووُلوعاand ardent passion
سُلافتُها وجدًا بهِ ووُلوعا
Whenever the cupbearer urged it on, mingled with his saliva was
When the pourer stirred them, they mixed their sheen
its choicest wine, out of longing for him and ardent passion.
With gentle swaying and fervor for it and yearning
أتاناhe came to us بهاwith it جنحَat the onset of الظلامِdarkness فغادرتْand then left
أتانا بها جنحَ الظلامِ فغادرتْ
أشعتُهاits rays الليلَthe night البهِيمَpitch-black صَرِيعاlying slain
أشعتُها الليلَ البهِيمَ صَرِيعا
He came to us with it at nightfall; then
Night's wings brought them to us, and they left
its rays left the pitch-black night lying slain.
Their rays making the unwise night prone
ولماand when أرادتْit wished أنto تُغيرَraid علىagainst الأَسَىsorrow
ولما أرادتْ أن تُغيرَ على الأَسَى
أفاضَتْit poured عليهover it للحبابِof bubbles دُروعاcoats of mail
أفاضَتْ عليه للحبابِ دُروعا
And when it wished to raid sorrow,
And when they wanted to raid sorrow
it poured over it coats of mail made of bubbles.
They poured on it armor of loved ones
Sol 6.1