ماhow أَطيَبَsweet لَيلَةَa night التَصابيyouthful dalliance جُنحاat dusk
ما أَطيَبَ لَيلَةَ التَصابي جُنحا
إِذwhen بِتنَthey spent the night يُجِلنَthey circulate لِلأَمانيfor wishes قَدحاa cup
إِذ بِتنَ يُجِلنَ لِلأَماني قَدحا
How sweet was the night of youthful dalliance at dusk,
How sweet is the night of reunion, wing to wing
When they spent the night passing round a cup for wishes.
When the cups are passed, brimming for dreams to drink
ماnot هنَّthey سِوىother than بُحورِseas لطفٍgrace عِنديin my view
ما هنَّ سِوى بُحورِ لطفٍ عِندي
يَجمَعنَthey combine إِلىwith الفراتthe Euphrates عَذباًsweet ملحاsalt
يَجمَعنَ إِلى الفرات عَذباً ملحا
To me, they are nothing but seas of grace,
They are but seas of gentleness in my eyes
Mingling salt with the sweet waters of the Euphrates.
Who gather the Euphrates, sweetly salt
Sol 6.1