أترعfill to the brim الأَكوابَthe cups مِنwith صافيpure الشَرابwine
أترع الأَكوابَ مِن صافي الشَراب
وَاِنتَهَزand seize فُرصةthe opportunity رَيعانthe prime of الشَبابِyouth
وَاِنتَهَز فُرصة رَيعان الشَبابِ
Fill the cups with pure wine,
and seize the opportunity of youth's prime.
وَإِذاand when هَبَّتblew نُسَيماتlittle breezes الصباthe east wind
وَإِذا هَبَّت نُسَيمات الصبا
فَاِدَّكرthen recall صَبوَةthe ardor of أَيّامthe days of التَصابيyouthful dalliance
فَاِدَّكر صَبوَة أَيّام التَصابي
And when the little east-wind breezes blow,
recall the ardor of youthful dalliance.
وَاِغتنمand seize رشفَsipping لمىthe dark lip of الكأسthe cup فَماfor … is not
وَاِغتنم رشفَ لمى الكأس فَما
ثَغرهits mouth غَيرother than لآلٍpearls أَوor حَبابِbubbles
ثَغره غَير لآلٍ أَو حَبابِ
And seize the chance to sip the cup's dark lip, for
its mouth is nothing but pearls or bubbles.
فَهيَfor it is شَمسa sun كَمhow often جَلاهاunveiled it قَمَرٌa moon
فَهيَ شَمس كَم جَلاها قَمَرٌ
بَينَناamong us حَتّىuntil تَوارَتit vanished بِالحِجابِbehind the veil
بَينَنا حَتّى تَوارَت بِالحِجابِ
For it is a sun, often unveiled by a moon
among us, until it vanished behind a veil.
نقطsprinkled المُزنthe rain-clouds اللآليpearls عِندَماwhen
نقط المُزن اللآلي عِندَما
زَوَّجواthey married off بكرthe virgin الطلاwine باِبنto the son of السَحابِthe clouds
زَوَّجوا بكر الطلا باِبن السَحابِ
The rain-clouds sprinkled pearls when
they wed virgin wine to the son of the clouds.
وَعَجبناand we marveled عِندَماwhen قَدindeed مَزَجواthey mixed
وَعَجبنا عِندَما قَد مَزَجوا
ذائِبَmolten الياقوتruby بِالدرّwith pearls المُذابِmelted
ذائِبَ الياقوت بِالدرّ المُذابِ
And we marveled when they mixed
molten ruby with melted pearls.
فَاِجتلso behold unveiled البكرthe maiden زَفافاًat her wedding وَأَزحand remove
فَاِجتل البكر زَفافاً وَأَزح
عَنfrom مَعانيthe subtleties of حُسنهاher beauty فَضلthe remainder of النِقابِthe veil
عَن مَعاني حُسنها فَضل النِقابِ
So behold the maiden at her wedding, and remove
the remaining veil from the subtleties of her beauty.
راحةa draught of wine كَمhow much جَلَبَتit brought مِنof راحةcomfort
راحة كَم جَلَبَت مِن راحة
لَكَto you فيin راحةthe palm of مَعسولhoney-sweet الرضابِsaliva
لَكَ في راحة مَعسول الرضابِ
A draught of wine—how much comfort it brought
you, in the palm of one with honey-sweet saliva.
علّناhe gave us a second draught مِنfrom بَعدafter نَهلa first draught فَشَفىand so cured
علّنا مِن بَعد نَهل فَشَفى
علّةthe ailment of الصابيthe yearning lover بِتَعليلby comforting المصابِthe afflicted one
علّة الصابي بِتَعليل المصابِ
He gave us a second draught after the first, and cured
the lover's ailment by comforting the afflicted—
شادِنٌa fawn شادٍsinging لَناfor us شادَbuilt الهَناjoy
شادِنٌ شادٍ لَنا شادَ الهَنا
بَينَamid ألحانmelodies وَحانand a tavern مُستَطابِdelightful
بَينَ ألحان وَحان مُستَطابِ
a singing fawn who built joy for us
amid melodies and a delightful tavern.
وَلَقَدand indeed غَنّىhe sang فَأَغناناand made us independent عَنof النthe (flute; word continued)
وَلَقَد غَنّى فَأَغنانا عَن الن
نايflute وَالعودand the lute وَهندand Hind وَالرَبابand the rebab
ناي وَالعود وَهند وَالرَباب
And indeed he sang, sparing us the need for the
flute, the lute, Hind, and the rebab.
وَجَنانيand my heart يَجتَنيgathers مِنfrom وجنةa cheek
وَجَناني يَجتَني مِن وجنة
جنَّةًa paradise بَينamid تَجنٍّunjust reproach وَاِجتِنابِand avoidance
جنَّةً بَين تَجنٍّ وَاِجتِنابِ
And my heart gathers from a cheek
a paradise, amid unjust reproach and avoidance.
وَيحalas for قَلبيmy heart كَمhow much يقاسيit endures مِحنيmy trials
وَيح قَلبي كَم يقاسي مِحني
وَيَرىand considers مِنamong منحيmy gifts عَذباًsweet عَذابيmy torment
وَيَرى مِن منحي عَذباً عَذابي
Alas for my heart—how much it endures my trials,
and counts my torment sweet among my gifts.
كَمhow many شُجونsorrows برَّحتtormented بيme وجوىand lovesick anguish
كَم شُجون برَّحت بي وجوى
لَيتَif only بِالعاذلin the reproacher مِنهاof them بَعضsome ماwhat بيis in me
لَيتَ بِالعاذل مِنها بَعض ما بي
How many sorrows and lovesick pangs have tormented me!
If only my reproacher had some of what I bear!
وَكَفىand enough ماwhat وَكفflowed الدَمعthe tears فَقَدfor indeed
وَكَفى ما وَكف الدَمع فَقَد
بَلغreached السَيلthe flood إِلىto أَعلىthe highest الرَوابيhilltops
بَلغ السَيل إِلى أَعلى الرَوابي
Enough of the tears that have flowed, for
the flood has reached the highest hilltops.
ياO خَليليَّmy two friends أَعينانيhelp me, both of you عَلىwith
يا خَليليَّ أَعيناني عَلى
برءhealing آلامthe pains of اِنتِحاليmy wasting away وَاِنتِحابِand sobbing
برء آلام اِنتِحالي وَاِنتِحابِ
O my two friends, help me to
heal the pains of my wasting away and sobbing.
إِنَّماonly بَينَكُماbetween you two أَصلthe root of العَناsuffering
إِنَّما بَينَكُما أَصل العَنا
فَهوَfor it is أَغرىmore firmly attached بِيto me عَلىthroughout طولthe length of اِغتِرابيmy exile
فَهوَ أَغرى بِي عَلى طول اِغتِرابي
Between you two lies the very root of suffering,
for it clings all the more to me throughout my long exile.
ياO نَسيماًbreeze مِنfrom أَحبّائيmy beloved ones أَتىcame
يا نَسيماً مِن أَحبّائي أَتى
مُرسَلاًsent يُهديbrings الشذاfragrance نِلتyou have earned ثَوابيmy reward
مُرسَلاً يُهدي الشذا نِلت ثَوابي
O breeze that came from my beloved ones,
sent bearing fragrance—you have earned my reward.
بلغconvey الأَحبابthe beloved ones عَنّيon my behalf شَجناًsorrow
بلغ الأَحباب عَنّي شَجناً
فَجوابيfor my reply لَهُمto them أَنّthat الجَوىlovesick anguish بِيis within me
فَجوابي لَهُم أَنّ الجَوى بِي
Convey sorrow to my beloved ones on my behalf;
for my reply to them is that lovesick anguish dwells in me.
حَبَّذاhow delightful نَشرُthe fragrance of صباthe east wind عَهدِthe time of الصِباyouth
حَبَّذا نَشرُ صبا عَهدِ الصِبا
كَمhow often لَهاfor it باتَspent the night فُؤادُthe heart of الصبِّthe ardent lover صابيyearning
كَم لَها باتَ فُؤادُ الصبِّ صابي
How sweet the east wind's fragrance in the days of youth!
How often the lover's heart spent the night yearning for it!
كَمhow often جَلاgleamed كَأسa cup of طِلاًwine ليfor me مِنfrom طلاa fawn
كَم جَلا كَأس طِلاً لي مِن طلا
لَمnot يَكُنwas غَيرother than تَدانيهِhis closeness طِلابيmy quest
لَم يَكُن غَير تَدانيهِ طِلابي
How often a cup of wine gleamed for me from a fawn,
whose closeness was all I sought.
تِلكَthose أَوقاتٌtimes خلتpassed لَكنّهاbut they
تِلكَ أَوقاتٌ خلت لَكنّها
أَعقبتbrought afterward ماwhat لَمnot يَكُنwas ليfor me بِحسابِin my reckoning
أَعقبت ما لَم يَكُن لي بِحسابِ
Those were times that passed, but they
brought what I had never reckoned on.
صاحِmy friend ماwhat بالis the matter with أُناسpeople قَصَدواthey sought
صاحِ ما بال أُناس قَصَدوا
خفضto lower قَدريmy standing فَأَبىbut it refused غَيرَanything but اِنتِصابِstanding tall
خفض قَدري فَأَبى غَيرَ اِنتِصابِ
My friend, what ails people who sought
to lower my standing, though it would only stand tall?
عَلمواthey knew فَضليmy worth فَصمّواbut became deaf وَعَمَواand blind
عَلموا فَضلي فَصمّوا وَعَمَوا
فَعَلمناso we learned أَنَّهُمthat they are شَرُّthe worst of الدَوابِbeasts
فَعَلمنا أَنَّهُم شَرُّ الدَوابِ
They knew my worth, yet turned deaf and blind;
so we learned they were the worst of beasts.
لاnot أُباليI care بِمَقالٍabout talk أَوor قلىًhatred
لا أُبالي بِمَقالٍ أَو قلىً
مِنهُمُfrom them عِندَduring حُضوريmy presence أَوor غِيابيmy absence
مِنهُمُ عِندَ حُضوري أَو غِيابي
I care nothing for talk or hatred
from them, whether I am present or absent.
أَعواءٌa howl? يَعبأcares اللَيثthe lion بِهِabout it
أَعواءٌ يَعبأ اللَيث بِهِ
مِنfrom ذِئابٍwolves أَوor طَنينٌa buzzing مِنfrom ذُبابِflies
مِن ذِئابٍ أَو طَنينٌ مِن ذُبابِ
Does a lion heed a howl
from wolves, or the buzzing of flies?
نَسبيmy lineage فيin الحُبّlove أَعلىloftier شَرَفاًin honor
نَسبي في الحُبّ أَعلى شَرَفاً
جَلَّis exalted عَنabove تُهمَةan accusation by واشٍa slanderer فيconcerning اِنتِسابِlineage
جَلَّ عَن تُهمَة واشٍ في اِنتِسابِ
My lineage in love is loftier in honor,
far above any slanderer's accusation about my ancestry.
فَالهَوىso love عُذريmy excuse; ʿUdhri وَصَبريand my patience وَائليmy refuge; Waʾili
فَالهَوى عُذري وَصَبري وَائلي
وَالأَسىand sorrow مرّيmy bitterness; Murri وَضدّيand my foe منfrom كلابِKilab; dogs
وَالأَسى مرّي وَضدّي من كلابِ
Love is my ʿUdhra (my excuse), patience my Waʾil (my refuge);
sorrow is my Murra (my bitterness), and my foe is of Kilab (dogs).
ياO زَماناًTime عَنهُمfrom them جَنّبنيkept me away
يا زَماناً عَنهُم جَنّبني
أَثوابيmy reward? رمتَyou sought أَمor رُمتَyou sought عِقابيmy punishment
أَثوابي رمتَ أَم رُمتَ عِقابي
O Time, which kept me apart from them,
did you seek my reward, or did you seek my punishment?
مَنwhoever يَرىwishes for بُعديmy distance فَقَدthen indeed أَبعدتهI have distanced him
مَن يَرى بُعدي فَقَد أَبعدته
وَقَريبيand one close to me كُلّeveryone مَنwho يَرجوhopes for اِقتِرابيmy approach
وَقَريبي كُلّ مَن يَرجو اِقتِرابي
Whoever wishes me distant, I have kept far away,
and whoever hopes for my closeness is close to me.
أَناI ذوpossessing الحلمsound judgment فَلاso no قَرعtapping of العَصاthe staff
أَنا ذو الحلم فَلا قَرع العَصا
ردّنيturned me back عَنfrom خطأerror صَوبtoward صَوابيmy right course
ردّني عَن خطأ صَوب صَوابي
I am possessed of reason; no tapping of a staff
has turned me from error toward my right course,
بَينَamong قَومpeople جَعَلواthey made زينتهمtheir adornment
بَينَ قَوم جَعَلوا زينتهم
حللاًrobes قَدindeed شَمَلتclothed كُلّevery مُرابِusurer
حللاً قَد شَمَلت كُلّ مُرابِ
among people who made their adornment
robes that have clothed every usurer.
إِنَّماonly حسنthe beauty of الفَتىthe young man بَينَamong الوَرىhumankind
إِنَّما حسن الفَتى بَينَ الوَرى
بِالنُهىthrough intelligence لَيسَnot بِتحسينby adorning الثِيابِclothes
بِالنُهى لَيسَ بِتحسين الثِيابِ
A young man's beauty among humankind lies only
in intelligence, not in adorning clothes.
وَاِزدِهاءand the splendor of العَضبthe keen sword فيin جَوهرهِits substance
وَاِزدِهاء العَضب في جَوهرهِ
لاnot بِماin what اِستحسنis admired مِنof حلىthe adornments of القرابِthe scabbard
لا بِما اِستحسن مِن حلى القرابِ
And a keen sword's splendor lies in its substance,
not in the admired ornaments of its scabbard.
أَفلاshould I not أَسموrise اِفتِخاراًin pride وَسوىand apart from
أَفلا أَسمو اِفتِخاراً وَسوى
عزِّthe dignity of نَفسيmy soul لَمnot يَكُنwas ليfor me مِنany معابِfault
عزِّ نَفسي لَم يَكُن لي مِن معابِ
Should I not soar in pride, when, apart from
my self-respect, I have no fault?
وَكَريمand a noble one النَفسin spirit تَأبىrefuses نَفسهhis soul
وَكَريم النَفس تَأبى نَفسه
خُطّةَthe course of الخسفhumiliation وَاِيضاعand lowering الجَنابِone's standing
خُطّةَ الخسف وَاِيضاع الجَنابِ
And a noble-hearted man's soul refuses
a course of humiliation and the lowering of his standing.
عَنّفونيthey rebuked me بِسَخائيfor my generosity وَالنَدىwhile liberality
عَنّفوني بِسَخائي وَالنَدى
لِيَfor me طَبعa natural disposition فَلَماand when أَبدواthey voiced عِتابيreproach of me
لِيَ طَبع فَلَما أَبدوا عِتابي
They rebuked me for my generosity, though liberality
is my nature; when they voiced their reproach:
لَيسَthere is no ليfor me فَضلcredit بِجَدوايin my bounty وَماand not الthe (word continued)
لَيسَ لي فَضل بِجَدواي وَما ال
فَضلcredit إِلّاexcept لِلذيto the one who أَمَّsought رحابيmy courtyards
فَضل إِلّا لِلذي أَمَّ رحابي
No credit is mine for my bounty; the
credit belongs only to the one who sought my halls.
فَلَقَدfor indeed أَسلَفadvanced حسنa good الظَنّopinion بِيof me
فَلَقَد أَسلَف حسن الظَنّ بِي
لِيَto me فاِستَوفىand received in full بِهِthrough it حسنa fine الثَوابِreward
لِيَ فاِستَوفى بِهِ حسن الثَوابِ
For he advanced his good opinion of me
to me, and through it received a fine reward in full.
كَيفَhow لاnot تَسمحgives freely بِالمالwith money يَديmy hand
كَيفَ لا تَسمح بِالمال يَدي
وَبِهِand through it يَنموgrows مِنof المَجدglory اِكتِسابيmy gain
وَبِهِ يَنمو مِن المَجد اِكتِسابي
How could my hand not give money freely,
when through it my gain in glory grows?
وَاِعتِقاديand my belief إِنّthat ماwhat فَوقَabove الثَرىthe earth
وَاِعتِقادي إِنّ ما فَوقَ الثَرى
مِنof تُرابdust مُستَعادto be returned لِلتُرابِto dust
مِن تُراب مُستَعاد لِلتُرابِ
And I believe that all above the earth
is dust, destined to return to dust.
ياO بَنيchildren of الدُنياthe world إِلَيكُمto you مِنfrom فَتىًa youth
يا بَني الدُنيا إِلَيكُم مِن فَتىً
لاnot يرىhe sees الدُنياthe world سِوىexcept لَمعthe shimmer of سَرابِa mirage
لا يرى الدُنيا سِوى لَمع سَرابِ
O children of the world, take this from a youth
who sees the world as nothing but a mirage's shimmer.
Sol 6.1