خَليليmy close friend قمrise لقدindeed صَفَتhas cleared العُقَارُthe wine
خَليلي قم لقد صَفَت العُقَارُ
وَقَدand already غَنَّىsang علىupon الأيكِthe grove الهَزَارُthe nightingale
وَقَد غَنَّى على الأيكِ الهَزَارُ
My friend, rise—the wine has cleared.
My friend, arise, for the homes have been emptied,
And the nightingale has sung in the grove.
And the reveler has sung to the extinguisher of fires.
إلىuntil كمhow long ذَاthis التَّوَانيlingering فِيin الأمانيhopes
إلى كم ذَا التَّوَاني فِي الأماني
أفِقawake ماnot العُمرُlife إلاexcept مُستَعَارُborrowed
أفِق ما العُمرُ إلا مُستَعَارُ
How long this lingering in hopes?
How long will you persist in wishes and dreams?
Awake! Life is only borrowed.
Wake up! Life is but a loan.
وَخُذهاand take it مِنfrom يدَيthe two hands of ظبيa gazelle غرِيرِguileless
وَخُذها مِن يدَي ظبي غرِيرِ
بِجَفنَيهِin his two eyelids فُتُورٌlanguor وَانكِسَارُand a downcast look
بِجَفنَيهِ فُتُورٌ وَانكِسَارُ
And take it from the hands of a guileless gazelle,
Take her from me, gazelle with elegant neck,
Whose eyelids are languid and downcast.
With languid eyelids and broken pride.
غَزَالٌa gazelle فِيin لَوَاحِظشهِhis glances لُيوثٌlions
غَزَالٌ فِي لَوَاحِظشهِ لُيوثٌ
وَفِيand in وَجَنَاتِهِhis cheeks مَاءٌwater وَنَارُand fire
وَفِي وَجَنَاتِهِ مَاءٌ وَنَارُ
A gazelle with lions in his glances,
A gazelle with eyes of a lion in her glances,
And in his cheeks are water and fire.
And in her cheeks water and fire.
إذاwhen مَاemphatic particle اللَّيلُthe night جَنَّenveloped علىover النَّدامىthe drinking companions
إذا مَا اللَّيلُ جَنَّ على النَّدامى
تَبَسَّمَsmiled مِنfrom ثَنَايَاهُhis front teeth النَّهَارُdaylight
تَبَسَّمَ مِن ثَنَايَاهُ النَّهَارُ
When night envelops the drinking companions,
When the night covers the repentant with its gown,
Daylight smiles forth from his front teeth.
Day smiles from between its folds.
يَقُولُsays لِيَto me العَذولُthe reproacher تًَسَلَّforget عنهُabout him
يَقُولُ لِيَ العَذولُ تًَسَلَّ عنهُ
وَماand what عُذرِيmy excuse وَقَدand already نَبَتَsprouted العِذارُthe cheek down
وَما عُذرِي وَقَد نَبَتَ العِذارُ
The reproacher tells me, 'Forget him.'
The censurers say to me, “Refrain from it”,
And what excuse have I, now that down has sprouted on his cheeks?
But what is my excuse when vines have sprouted?
فَصَبراًso, patience لِلنَّوَىwith separation بَعدَafter التَّدانِيcloseness
فَصَبراً لِلنَّوَى بَعدَ التَّدانِي
فَلَولاَfor, were it not for الخمرُwine ماnot حُمِدَwas praised الخُمارُthe hangover
فَلَولاَ الخمرُ ما حُمِدَ الخُمارُ
So be patient with separation after closeness.
Have patience with the intent after coming close,
For were it not for wine, the hangover would not be praised.
For if not for wine, veils would not be praised.
Sol 6.1