ماwhat is قهوةcoffee البنcoffee beans إنif قيستwas compared بصافيةwith a clear draught
ما قهوة البن إن قيست بصافية
منof خمرwine جلعادGilead مخضلmoist العرانينthe peaks
من خمر جلعاد مخضل العرانين
What is bean-brewed coffee, if compared with a clear draught
Coffee of roasted beans, compared to the limpid wine
Of wine from Gilead, with its damp peaks,
Of Gilad's vines, gushing between branches,
تديرهاshe passes it around منfrom among بناتdaughters القومthe people آنسةa maiden
تديرها من بنات القوم آنسة
منfrom كاسهاher cup ومنand from الأَلحاظthe glances تسقينيshe gives me drink
من كاسها ومن الأَلحاظ تسقيني
Passed around by a maiden from among the people's daughters,
Served by the gentle girls of the tribe,
Who gives me drink from her cup and from her glances,
Who quench my thirst from their cups and glances,
بينamong الخرابيشthe tents ياO شيخيmy sheikh بمنشيتيin my Manshiyya
بين الخرابيش يا شيخي بمنشيتي
ولوand even if تجرعتI gulped down آلافthousands of الفناجينthe cups
ولو تجرعت آلاف الفناجين
Among the tents, O my sheikh, in my Manshiyya?
In my retreat, O Sheikh, let me be,
Even if I had gulped down thousands of cups,
Though I drank thousands of cups, I'd still be keen,
فيin ظلthe shade of خربوشa tent واهيfrail الطنبthe tent ropes ذيwith طنفan overhang
في ظل خربوش واهي الطنب ذي طنف
رثshabby حقيرlowly كأهليهlike its inhabitants المساكينthe poor
رث حقير كأهليه المساكين
In the shade of a tent with frail ropes and an overhang,
In the shade of my hut, its reeds so frail,
Shabby and lowly, like its poor inhabitants,
A shabby nest, like its folk, poor and mean,
لماwould not have عرفتمyou knew لهof it رسماًa trace ولاnor طللاًa ruined remnant
لما عرفتم له رسماً ولا طللاً
ولمand not يكنbe اسمهits name أهلاًworthy لتدوينof recording
ولم يكن اسمه أهلاً لتدوين
You would have known neither a trace nor a ruin of it,
You knew them not, they left no trace, no fame,
Nor would its name have been worthy of recording.
Their names went unsung and unwritten,
فقمso rise بناwith us نجتليlet us savor لذاتهمtheir pleasures سحراًbefore dawn
فقم بنا نجتلي لذاتهم سحراً
وضعand put تقاكyour piety علىon رفa shelf إلىfor حينa while
وضع تقاك على رف إلى حين
So rise with us; let us savor their pleasures before dawn,
Rise, and let us revel in their company,
And put your piety on a shelf for a while.
Postpone your worship awhile, listen,
فإنfor indeed آهاتهمtheir sighs سحرmagic ومجلسهمand their gathering
فإن آهاتهم سحر ومجلسهم
شعرpoetry وألحانهمand their melodies ياO شيخsheikh تشجينيstir my longing
شعر وألحانهم يا شيخ تشجيني
For their sighs are magic, and their gathering
Their sighs are magic, their talks pure poetry,
Is poetry, and their melodies, O sheikh, stir my longing.
Their tunes, O Sheikh, stir and enliven me!
دعنيleave me منaway from الجدseriousness والأيامwhile the days هازلةjesting
دعني من الجد والأيام هازلة
لاdo not تسرعhasten الخطوthe steps فالدنياfor life علىat هونease
لا تسرع الخطو فالدنيا على هون
Spare me seriousness, while the days are jesting.
Let go of seriousness, playful are the days,
Do not hurry your steps, for life moves at ease.
Life is ephemeral, do not hasten your pace,
واذكرand remember وقدwhile already جنhas gone mad هذاthis الدهرage قولهمtheir saying
واذكر وقد جن هذا الدهر قولهم
ماnot لذةthe pleasure العيشof living إلاexcept للمجانينfor madmen
ما لذة العيش إلا للمجانين
And remember, now that this age has gone mad, their saying:
Remember, Time has said in their words,
'The joy of living is for none but madmen.'
No life but madness can pleasure afford,
وحسبناand enough for us نعمةa blessing مشتىa winter abode ومرتبعand a spring retreat
وحسبنا نعمة مشتى ومرتبع
فيin كلevery عامyear هناhere فيin غورGhor (valley) نمرينNimrin
في كل عام هنا في غور نمرين
A winter home and a spring retreat are blessing enough for us,
Enough of blessings, to lounge and relax,
Each year here in Ghor Nimrin.
And Mustafa, in the dog days of summer,
وإنand indeed مصطافناour summer retreat فيin كلevery قائظةscorching summer
وإن مصطافنا في كل قائظة
منof السنينthe years روابيthe hills of سهلthe plain of عبينIbbin
من السنين روابي سهل عبين
And indeed our summer retreat, in every scorching summer,
On meadows of Sahl Ubayn, grazes his flock,
Is the hill-country of Ibbin's plain, year after year.
O Hamza, people live in ease and bounty,
ياO حمزةHamza العربيal-Arabi الناسthe people فيin سعةplenty
يا حمزة العربي الناس في سعة
وفيand in نعيمbliss ولكنbut غيرnot مضمونguaranteed
وفي نعيم ولكن غير مضمون
O Hamza al-Arabi, people live in plenty,
Yet nothing is secure, nothing is locked,
And in bliss, though it is not guaranteed.
Beyond the fort, only four, with dark eyes,
وأربعاًand dwellings ماsome وراءbeyond الحصنal-Husn ليسthere is not بهاin them
وأربعاً ما وراء الحصن ليس بها
إلاexcept مكحلةa kohl-eyed maiden منamong حورهاtheir houris العينwide-eyed
إلا مكحلة من حورها العين
And some dwellings beyond al-Husn, where there is none
Gazelles, nothing else in this lonely place,
But a kohl-eyed maiden among their wide-eyed houris.
Why should I care for prices in Allepo,
ماذاwhat عليto me منabout الأسعارthe prices فيin حلبAleppo
ماذا علي من الأسعار في حلب
ومنand about ثراءthe wealth of تجارmerchants فيin فلسطينPalestine
ومن ثراء تجار في فلسطين
What do I care about prices in Aleppo,
Or wealth of merchants in Palestine,
And the wealth of merchants in Palestine,
The feuding factions in Damascus,
ومنand about تطاحنthe grinding conflict of أَحزابparties شآميةSyrian
ومن تطاحن أَحزاب شآمية
علىover عناوينlabels بئستhow wretched منas عناوينlabels
على عناوين بئست من عناوين
And the grinding conflict of Syrian parties
With slogans more rotten than can be voiced,
Over labels—what wretched labels!
Aren't Wadi Sha'ta's slopes evergreen?
اليسis it not واديthe valley of الشتاal-Shita حواًdusky جآذرهits fawns
اليس وادي الشتا حواً جآذره
ولونand the hue of خدthe cheek of ابنةthe daughter of الأردنJordan دحنونيanemone-red
ولون خد ابنة الأردن دحنوني
Are not Wadi al-Shita's fawns dusky,
The cheek of a Jordan girl ever smooth?
And the cheek of Jordan's daughter anemone-red,
Isn't Wadi Houwar's thyme fragrant still?
وقرصعنةand the eryngo of واديthe valley of الحورal-Hawr مورقةin leaf
وقرصعنة وادي الحور مورقة
وأنand that عكوبthe gundelia of شعبthe ravine of الزعتريal-Za'tari جونيdark-hued
وأن عكوب شعب الزعتري جوني
And the eryngo of Wadi al-Hawr in leaf,
And Akoub's precipice smelling of mint?
And the gundelia of Shi'b al-Za'tari dark-hued,
The valley remains verdant, and I
والغورand the Ghor مدهامةdeep green جناتهits gardens وأناand I
والغور مدهامة جناته وأنا
فيamong معشرa company منof بنيthe sons of قوميmy people ميامينblessed
في معشر من بني قومي ميامين
And the Ghor's gardens deep green, while I
Among my folk, upright and fair minded,
Am among a company of blessed sons of my people,
In a land where only good faith prevails,
فيin موطنa homeland لاnot يرىis regarded إلاexcept الوفاءloyalty لهto it
في موطن لا يرى إلا الوفاء له
ديناًas a faith ألاah! أنعمhow splendid بهit is ياO شيخsheikh منas دينa faith
ديناً ألا أنعم به يا شيخ من دين
In a homeland where loyalty to it alone is held
A creed, Sheikh, that makes me blessed and content,
As a faith? Ah, what a splendid faith, O sheikh!
By Allah, the tavern's wine is limpid,
للّهGod bless! قعوارQa'war خمارa wine-seller عريكتهhis disposition
للّه قعوار خمار عريكته
صيغتwas fashioned منfrom اللطفkindness والايناسand friendliness واللينand gentleness
صيغت من اللطف والايناس واللين
God bless Qa'war, a wine-seller whose disposition
Distilled from mirth, amiability and warmth.
Was fashioned from kindness, friendliness, and gentleness.
Partial English translation: 39 of 40 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1