رُبَّmany a لَهْوٍrevel رَفَلتُI strutted فيin أَثوابِهِits robes
رُبَّ لَهْوٍ رَفَلتُ في أَثوابِهِ
ونديمٍand a drinking companion كَرَعْتُI drank deep منfrom أَكْوابِهِhis cups
ونديمٍ كَرَعْتُ من أَكْوابِهِ
Many a revel in whose robes I strutted,
I foolishly fluttered around in his garments,
And many a drinking companion from whose cups I drank deep.
And drank from his cups like a constant companion,
ظلَّlingered فيin كأسِهhis cup حُبَابُbubbles ثناياfront teeth
ظلَّ في كأسِه حُبَابُ ثنايا
هُhis وفيand on خَدِّهhis cheek شعاعُradiance شَرابِهhis wine
هُ وفي خَدِّه شعاعُ شَرابِه
In his cup lingered the bubbles of his front teeth,
Love bubbles lingered in his glass,
And on his cheek, the radiance of his wine.
And the glow of wine lit up his cheeks,
هُوَhe كَهْلُa mature man الحِجَىin intellect وإِنand even though كَانَhe was طِفْلاًa child
هُوَ كَهْلُ الحِجَى وإِن كَانَ طِفْلاً
مَاnot سَخَاwas generous جِيدُهhis neck بنزعِin shedding سَحَابِهits cloud
مَا سَخَا جِيدُه بنزعِ سَحَابِه
He is mature in intellect, even though he is a child.
Though a child, his face seemed aged by sorrow,
His neck has not been generous in shedding its cloud.
His smooth cheek undisturbed by the lifting of clouds,
ماnot جَعَلْتُI made الرُّضَابsweet saliva مزجَthe admixture for مُداميmy wine
ما جَعَلْتُ الرُّضَاب مزجَ مُدامي
بلrather جَعَلْتُI made المُدَامthe wine مَزْجَthe admixture for رُضابهhis sweet saliva
بل جَعَلْتُ المُدَام مَزْجَ رُضابه
I did not blend sweet saliva into my wine;
I didn't mix wine to dilute my rapture,
Rather, I blended wine into his sweet saliva.
But mixed rapture to dilute my wine,
صُبَّwas poured فيinto جَامِهhis goblet رقيقُdelicate شرابٍwine
صُبَّ في جَامِه رقيقُ شرابٍ
أَقسمَswore الجامُthe goblet أَنَّهthat it ماnot دَرَىwas aware بِهof it
أَقسمَ الجامُ أَنَّه ما دَرَى بِه
A delicate wine was poured into his goblet;
Into his glass was poured the gentlest wine,
The goblet swore that it had not noticed it.
The glass swore it knew nothing of what was in it!
Sol 6.1