ياO راحُRāḥ (name) قُمْrise فأحْيِنَاand revive us بالرَّاحِwith wine
يا راحُ قُمْ فأحْيِنَا بالرَّاحِ
أماdo ... not? تَرَىyou see طلائِعَthe first signs الصَّبَاحِdawn
أما تَرَى طلائِعَ الصَّبَاحِ
O Rāḥ, rise and revive us with wine.
O breeze arise and bring us peace with your breath
Do you not see the first signs of dawn,
Don't you see the first lights of dawn
كالدُّهْمِlike the black steeds قَدْalready طَوَّقْنَthey were collared بالأوضَاحِwith silver ornaments
كالدُّهْمِ قَدْ طَوَّقْنَ بالأوضَاحِ
فَعَاطِنَاso pass us صَدِيْقَةَthe companion الأرْوَاحِof souls
فَعَاطِنَا صَدِيْقَةَ الأرْوَاحِ
Like black steeds already collared with silver ornaments?
Surrounding us like swirling smoke
So pass us the companion of souls,
So grant us the company of gentle spirits
وأضْحِكِand make laugh الأَكْوَابَthe goblets بالأَقْداحِwith the drinking cups
وأضْحِكِ الأَكْوَابَ بالأَقْداحِ
عنrevealing ذَهَبٍgold فيin نَكْهَةthe aroma التُّفّاحِof apples
عن ذَهَبٍ في نَكْهَة التُّفّاحِ
And make the goblets laugh with the drinking cups,
And make the cups laugh with the goblets
Revealing gold with the aroma of apples.
With the gold of apple's exquisite taste
فَقَامَthen he rose يَهْتَزُّhe sways مِنَfrom المِرَاحِmerriment
فَقَامَ يَهْتَزُّ مِنَ المِرَاحِ
جَذَلاَتِjoyful (text uncertain) يَفْتَرّثsmiles (text uncertain) عَنِrevealing الأقاحيthe daisies
جَذَلاَتِ يَفْتَرّث عَنِ الأقاحي
Then he rose, swaying with merriment,
So it rose, swaying gently in the breeze
Joyful, his smile revealing daisies,
Its tendrils softly swaying from the branches
بَيْنَbetween الغُلاَمِthe youth المَاجِنِthe wanton الوَقَاحِthe shameless
بَيْنَ الغُلاَمِ المَاجِنِ الوَقَاحِ
والغَادَةِand the graceful maiden المَمْكُورَةِround-calved الرَّدَاحِample-hipped
والغَادَةِ المَمْكُورَةِ الرَّدَاحِ
Between the wanton, shameless youth
Between the shameless flirting lad
And the round-calved, ample-hipped maiden,
And the noisy, chattering lass
وَبَيْنَand between مُغْنيone who satisfies البِيْضِthe testicles والأحْرَاحِand the vulvas
وَبَيْنَ مُغْني البِيْضِ والأحْرَاحِ
يَالَكَwhat a ... you are! منof وِرْدٍa draught لَهُfor him مُبَاحِlawful
يَالَكَ من وِرْدٍ لَهُ مُبَاحِ
And the satisfier of testicles and vulvas.
And between the singer of love and passion
What a draught, lawful for him!
Oh what a rose it is, open to all
لَيْسَthere is not عَلَيْنَاupon us فِيْهِin it منany جُنَاحِsin
لَيْسَ عَلَيْنَا فِيْهِ من جُنَاحِ
There is no sin upon us in it.
With no shame upon us in this
Sol 6.1