راحَwine إِذاwhen علتrose above الأَكُفthe palms كُؤوسَهاits cups
راحَ إِذا علت الأَكُف كُؤوسَها
فَكَأَنَّهاso it is as though it مِنfrom دونِهاwithout them فيin الراحthe palms
فَكَأَنَّها مِن دونِها في الراح
Wine—when its cups rise above the palms,
When the cups are raised up high
it seems to rest in the palms without the cups.
It's as if beyond them in the air
وَكَأَنَّماand as though الكاساتthe cups مِماfrom what حَولَهاaround them
وَكَأَنَّما الكاسات مِما حَولَها
مِنof نورِهاits light يَسبَحنَthey swim فيin ضَحضاحshallow water
مِن نورِها يَسبَحنَ في ضَحضاح
And the cups seem, amid the surrounding
The cups themselves are lit up there
light of the wine, to swim in shallow water.
With brightness glittering and nigh
لَوif بُثَّwere scattered فيin غَسَقthe deep gloom of الظَلامdarkness شُعاعَهاits radiance
لَو بُثَّ في غَسَق الظَلام شُعاعَها
طلعrose المَساءُevening بِغُرَةِwith the shining brow of الإِصباحdawn
طلع المَساءُ بِغُرَةِ الإِصباح
Were its radiance scattered through the deep darkness,
If her beams were shed in the night's gloom
evening would rise with the shining brow of dawn.
The evening would dawn like the morn's first bloom
نَفَضتit scattered عَلىupon الأَجسامthe bodies ناصعbrilliant لَونَهاits hue
نَفَضت عَلى الأَجسام ناصع لَونَها
وَسرتand it flowed بلذتهاwith its delight إِلىinto الأَرواحthe souls
وَسرت بلذتها إِلى الأَرواح
It shed its brilliant hue upon bodies,
Her brilliant hue on bodies she'd sprinkle
and flowed with its delight into souls.
And with her bliss she'd souls besprinkle
Sol 6.1