لِلنَفسِfor the soul تَشَوُّقٌa longing إِلىtoward الأَقداحِthe goblets
لِلنَفسِ تَشَوُّقٌ إِلى الأَقداحِ
وَالعَيشُand life مَدارُهُits pivot عَلىupon الأَقداحِthe goblets
وَالعَيشُ مَدارُهُ عَلى الأَقداحِ
The soul longs for the goblets.
The soul yearns for wine glasses
And life revolves around the goblets.
And living revolves around wine glasses
لاnot يَرغَبُdesires فيin عِبادَةِworship of الشَمسِthe sun فَتىa young man
لا يَرغَبُ في عِبادَةِ الشَمسِ فَتى
قَدalready شاهَدَbeheld حُسنَbeauty of مُجتَنىyield of الأَقداحِthe goblets
قَد شاهَدَ حُسنَ مُجتَنى الأَقداحِ
No young man desires to worship the sun
A young man who beholds the beauty
Who has already beheld the beauty of what the goblets yield.
Of a beloved's rosy wine glass will not admire sun worship
Sol 6.1