نَديميmy drinking companion قُمrise فَقَدfor already صَفَتhas cleared العُقارِthe wine
نَديمي قُم فَقَد صَفَت العُقارِ
وَقَدand already غَنّىsang عَلىupon الأَيكِthe grove الهَزارُthe nightingale
وَقَد غَنّى عَلى الأَيكِ الهَزارُ
My drinking companion, rise: the wine has cleared,
My friend, arise, for the stars have set,
And the nightingale has sung in the grove.
And the love-crazed nightingales their song have met.
إِلىuntil كَمhow long ذاthis التَوانيidling فيamid الأَمانيwishes
إِلى كَم ذا التَواني في الأَماني
أَفِقcome to your senses ماnot العُمرُlife إِلّاexcept مُستَعارُborrowed
أَفِق ما العُمرُ إِلّا مُستَعارُ
How long this idling amid wishes?
How long this procrastination in desires?
Come to your senses: life is only borrowed.
Awake! Life is but a loaned affair.
وَخُذهاand take it مِنfrom يَدَيthe two hands of ظَبيٍa gazelle غَريرٍinnocent
وَخُذها مِن يَدَي ظَبيٍ غَريرٍ
بِعَينيهِin his two eyes فُتورٌlanguor وَاِنكِسارُand downcast softness
بِعَينيهِ فُتورٌ وَاِنكِسارُ
And take it from the hands of an innocent gazelle,
Take the cup from the hand of a fawn-eyed gazelle
With languor and a downcast softness in his eyes.
With languid eyes and broken heart, so frail.
غَزالٌa gazelle فيin لَواحِظِهِhis glances لُيوثٌlions
غَزالٌ في لَواحِظِهِ لُيوثٌ
وَفيand in وَجَناتِهِhis cheeks ماءٌwater وَنارُand fire
وَفي وَجَناتِهِ ماءٌ وَنارُ
A gazelle whose glances hold lions,
A gazelle, yet lions in her glances leap,
And in his cheeks, water and fire.
And in her cheeks, there lies both water and fire deep.
إِذاwhen ماemphatic particle اللَيلُthe night جَنَّenveloped عَلىover أُناسٍpeople
إِذا ما اللَيلُ جَنَّ عَلى أُناسٍ
تَجَلّىshone forth مِنfrom ثَناياهُhis front teeth النَهارُdaylight
تَجَلّى مِن ثَناياهُ النَهارُ
When night envelops people,
When the night casts its veil on all mankind,
Daylight shines forth from his front teeth.
From its folds the morn emerges bright to find.
يَقولُsays لِيَto me العَذولُthe reproacher تَسَلَّforget عَنهُabout him
يَقولُ لِيَ العَذولُ تَسَلَّ عَنهُ
وَماand what عُذريmy excuse وَقَدand already دَبَّcrept العِذارُdown on the cheeks
وَما عُذري وَقَد دَبَّ العِذارُ
The reproacher tells me, 'Forget him.'
The censurers say, “Forget about her!”
And what excuse have I, now that down has crept along the cheeks?
But how can I, when blame is rife and stir?
فَصَبراًso, patience لِلنَوىfor separation بَعدَafter التَدانيcloseness
فَصَبراً لِلنَوى بَعدَ التَداني
فَلولاfor were it not for الخَمرُwine ماnot ذُمَّwould be blamed الخُمارُthe hangover
فَلولا الخَمرُ ما ذُمَّ الخُمارُ
So, patience with parting after closeness!
Have patience with the beloved after union,
For were it not for wine, the hangover would not be blamed.
Else without wine, the tavern is no boon.
Sol 6.1