رَوضٌa garden نَضيرٌverdant وَشادِنٌand a young gazelle وَطِلاand wine
رَوضٌ نَضيرٌ وَشادِنٌ وَطِلا
فَاِجتَنِso pluck زَهرَblossoms of الرَبيعِspring واَلقُبَلاand kisses
فَاِجتَنِ زَهرَ الرَبيعِ واَلقُبَلا
A verdant garden, a young gazelle, and wine—
so pluck spring’s blossoms and kisses,
وَاِشرَبand drink
وَاِشرَب
ياO ساقِياًcupbearer لاnot وُقيتُmay I be shielded فِتنَتَهُhis allure
يا ساقِياً لا وُقيتُ فِتنَتَهُ
and drink.
O cupbearer—may I never be spared his allure!
حَوىheld شَفيفُthe clear glass of الكُؤوسِthe cups صورَتَهُhis image
حَوى شَفيفُ الكُؤوسِ صورَتَهُ
فَمَثَّلتso they mirrored ثَغرَهُhis mouth وَوَجنَتَهُand his cheek
فَمَثَّلت ثَغرَهُ وَوَجنَتَهُ
The clear glass of the cups held his image,
and so they mirrored his mouth and cheek:
هَذاthis حَباباًas bubbles فيin الكاسِthe cup مُعتَدِلاًevenly arrayed
هَذا حَباباً في الكاسِ مُعتَدِلاً
وَذاand that رَحيقاًas pure wine يَطويenfolding الزُجاجَthe glass عَلاrose
وَذا رَحيقاً يَطوي الزُجاجَ عَلا
the former as bubbles, evenly arrayed in the cup,
and the latter as pure wine enfolding the glass; there rose
كَوكَبa star
كَوكَب
أَقَمتُI set up سوقَthe market of المُنىwishes عَلىon ساقِa leg
أَقَمتُ سوقَ المُنى عَلى ساقِ
a star.
I set the market of wishes on its feet,
وَبِعتُand I sold عَقليmy reason بِالخَمرِfor wine مِنfrom ساقِa cupbearer
وَبِعتُ عَقلي بِالخَمرِ مِن ساقِ
أَسهَرَhe kept awake عَينيmy eye بِنَومِwith the slumber of أَحداقِeyes
أَسهَرَ عَيني بِنَومِ أَحداقِ
and sold my reason for wine from a cupbearer
who kept my eyes awake with his eyes’ slumber,
تَمَثَّلَtook form السِحرُmagic وَسطَهاwithin them كَحَلاas kohl
تَمَثَّلَ السِحرُ وَسطَها كَحَلا
مُعتَلَّةٌailing وَهيَyet they تُبرِئُcure العِلَلاailments
مُعتَلَّةٌ وَهيَ تُبرِئُ العِلَلا
within which magic took the form of kohl—
ailing, yet they cure every ill.
فَاِعجَبso marvel
فَاِعجَب
قَلبُكَyour heart صَخرٌstone وَالجِسمُand the body مِنof ذَهَبِgold
قَلبُكَ صَخرٌ وَالجِسمُ مِن ذَهَبِ
So marvel!
Your heart is stone, and your body gold.
أَياO سَمِيَّnamesake of النَبيِّthe Prophet ياO طَلَبيmy desire
أَيا سَمِيَّ النَبيِّ يا طَلَبي
جاوَرتَyou have dwelt beside مِنamong أَضلُعيmy ribs أَباAbu (father of) لَهَبِLahab (flame)
جاوَرتَ مِن أَضلُعي أَبا لَهَبِ
O namesake of the Prophet, O my desire,
you have dwelt beside Abu Lahab among my ribs.
ياباخِلاًO miser لاnot أَذُمُّI condemn ماwhat فَعَلاhe did
ياباخِلاً لا أَذُمُّ ما فَعَلا
صَيَّرتَyou made عِنديfor me مَحَبَّةَthe love of البُخَلاmisers
صَيَّرتَ عِندي مَحَبَّةَ البُخَلا
O miser, whose deeds I do not condemn,
you have made, for me, the love of misers
مَذهَبa creed
مَذهَب
ياO مُنيَتيmy desire واَلمُنىand wishes مِنَamong الخِدَعِdeceptions
يا مُنيَتي واَلمُنى مِنَ الخِدَعِ
a creed.
O my desire—and desires are deceptions—
لاnot نِلتُI attained سُؤليmy wish وَلاnor الفُؤادُthe heart مَعيwith me
لا نِلتُ سُؤلي وَلا الفُؤادُ مَعي
هَلis there عَنكَapart from you صَبرٌpatience أَوor فيكَin you مِنany طَمَعِhope
هَل عَنكَ صَبرٌ أَو فيكَ مِن طَمَعِ
I have not won my wish, nor is my heart with me.
Is there patience without you, or any hope of you?
أَفنَيتُI exhausted فيكَfor you الدُموعَtears وَالحِيَلاand stratagems
أَفنَيتُ فيكَ الدُموعَ وَالحِيَلا
فَلاso neither سُلُوٌّsolace فيin الحُبِّlove نِلتَyou attained وَلاnor
فَلا سُلُوٌّ في الحُبِّ نِلتَ وَلا
For you I have exhausted tears and stratagems.
So you have gained neither solace in love nor
مَأرَبa desired end
مَأرَب
أَتَيتُI came أَشكوهُcomplaining to him لَوعَةًburning anguish عَجَباstrange
أَتَيتُ أَشكوهُ لَوعَةً عَجَبا
fulfillment.
I came to complain to him of strange, burning anguish;
فَصَدَّso he turned away عَنّيfrom me بِوَجهِهِwith his face غَضَباin anger
فَصَدَّ عَنّي بِوَجهِهِ غَضَبا
فَعِندَso at هَذاthis غَنَّيتُهُI sang to him طَرَباin rapture
فَعِندَ هَذا غَنَّيتُهُ طَرَبا
so he turned his face away from me in anger.
At this, I sang to him in rapture:
تَلعَبyou play بِقَلبيwith my heart وَآخَرَand then تَغضَبُyou grow angry عَلىat
تَلعَب بِقَلبي وَآخَرَ تَغضَبُ عَلى
اِنif جِئتَyou came (as vocalized) بَعدَكَafter you كَماas لَعِبتَyou played فَلاthen do not
اِن جِئتَ بَعدَكَ كَما لَعِبتَ فَلا
“You play with my heart, and then grow angry with me!
If [I] come after you, playing as you played, then do not
تَغضَبbe angry
تَغضَب
be angry.”
Sol 6.1