سَقانيmade me drink الخَمرَthe wine قَولُكَyour words ليto me بِحَقّيby my right
سَقاني الخَمرَ قَولُكَ لي بِحَقّي
وَوُدٌّand affection لَمdid not تَشُبهُyou adulterate it ليfor me بِمَذقِwith insincerity
وَوُدٌّ لَم تَشُبهُ لي بِمَذقِ
Your words to me, 'By my right,' made me drink wine,
The wine of your words intoxicated me, though their taste
Your words to me, "By my right," served me wine,
As did an affection for me you never diluted with insincerity.
Was unique, unlike any love I've known.
And an affection you did not taint for me with dilution.
يَميناًan oath لَوif حَلَفتَyou swore وَأَنتَwhile you ناءٍfar away
يَميناً لَو حَلَفتَ وَأَنتَ ناءٍ
عَلىfor قَتليkilling me بِهاby it لَضَرَبتُI would surely have struck عُنقيmy neck
عَلى قَتلي بِها لَضَرَبتُ عُنقي
An oath—had you sworn it while far away,
Had you but sworn a false oath to take my life,
A solemn oath—had you sworn it while far away
For my death, I would surely have struck my own neck.
I'd have offered up my neck beneath your blade.
To command my death, I would have severed my own neck.
Sol 6.1