ياO صاحِfriend قَدalready صاحَcalled الحَمامُthe doves وَغَرَّداand warbled
يا صاحِ قَد صاحَ الحَمامُ وَغَرَّدا
دَعdisregard فيconcerning المُدامِthe wine وَشُربِهِاand drinking it مُنwhoever فَنَّداcensured
دَع في المُدامِ وَشُربِهِا مُن فَنَّدا
O friend, the doves have called and warbled.
O friend, the doves have cooed and warbled,
Disregard whoever censures wine and drinking it.
Leave the wine and drinking it, you who have wandered.
أَوor ماnot تَرىyou see شَجرَtrees الخَريفِautumn كَأَنَّماas though
أَو ما تَرى شَجرَ الخَريفِ كَأَنَّما
أَوراقَهُits leaves ذَهَبٌgold وَكُنَّand they were زَبَرجَداchrysolite
أَوراقَهُ ذَهَبٌ وَكُنَّ زَبَرجَدا
Or do you not see autumn's trees, as though
Or don't you see the autumn trees as if
their leaves were gold, though once they were chrysolite?
Their leaves were gold and sapphires?
وَالكَأسُand the cup تُعطيهاyou give it لُجيناًas silver كُلَّماwhenever
وَالكَأسُ تُعطيها لُجيناً كُلَّما
غُنّيتَyou were serenaded مِنfrom طَرَبِrapture وَتَأخُذُand you take عَسجَداgold
غُنّيتَ مِن طَرَبِ وَتَأخُذُ عَسجَدا
And the cup—you hand it over as silver whenever
The cup gives you madness whenever
you are serenaded in rapture, and take it back as gold,
You sing joyfully and fall into ecstasy.
مِنfrom كَفِّthe hand of أَبلَجَa radiant-faced one كَالصَباحِlike the morning مُهَفهَفٍslender-waisted
مِن كَفِّ أَبلَجَ كَالصَباحِ مُهَفهَفٍ
فَضَحَshamed الغُصونَthe boughs رَشاقَةًin grace وَتَأَوُّداand supple swaying
فَضَحَ الغُصونَ رَشاقَةً وَتَأَوُّدا
from the hand of one radiant as morning, slender,
From the hand of a beauty, bright like the dawn, fluttering,
who shamed the boughs in grace and supple sway.
Who has adorned the branches with grace and affection.
عَبَثَtoyed العُقارُthe wine بِعَينِهِwith his eye فَتَنَرجَسَتso became narcissus-like
عَبَثَ العُقارُ بِعَينِهِ فَتَنَرجَسَت
أَجفانُهاits eyelids وَبِخَدِّهِand with his cheek فَتَوَرَّداso it became rose-like
أَجفانُها وَبِخَدِّهِ فَتَوَرَّدا
Wine toyed with his eye, making narcissi
The kohl played with her eyes, so they fluttered
of its lids—and with his cheek, making it a rose.
And blush spread over her cheeks.
قَمَرٌa moon يَغيبُvanishes إِذاwhen بَدَأَتbegan مَلالَةًboredom
قَمَرٌ يَغيبُ إِذا بَدَأَت مَلالَةً
وَأَغيبُand I vanish مِنfrom حَذرِfear of الوُشاةِthe tale-bearers إِذاwhen بَداhe appeared
وَأَغيبُ مِن حَذرِ الوُشاةِ إِذا بَدا
A moon who vanishes when boredom begins,
A moon that hides when melancholy begins
and I vanish for fear of the tale-bearers when he appears.
And I hide from the spies when it appears.
نادَيتُI called to طَرَّتَهُhis forelock وَضَوءَand the light of جَبينِهِhis brow
نادَيتُ طَرَّتَهُ وَضَوءَ جَبينِهِ
سُبحانَglory be to مَنthe One who قَرَنِjoined الضَلالَةَerror بِالهُدىwith guidance
سُبحانَ مَن قَرَنِ الضَلالَةَ بِالهُدى
I cried out to his forelock and the radiance of his brow:
I called its flightiness and the light of its forehead,
Glory be to the One who joined error with guidance!
Glory to Him who paired misguidance with guidance!
Sol 6.1