بادِرْ بِلَهْوِكَ لَيْلَةً بَدْرِيَّةً
وَاقْصُدْ بِما نَهْوَى بِرَغْمِ الْحُسَّدِ
Hasten to your revelry on a full-moon night,
Indulge in your leisure on a moonlit night
And pursue what we desire, in defiance of the envious.
And pursue what you desire despite the envious
وَمُرِ الْغَرِيرَ يُدِيرُ بِكْرَ سُلافَةٍ
لا تَسْمَعَنَّ لِعاذِلٍ وَمُفَنِّدِ
And bid the guileless youth pass round virgin wine of the choicest kind;
Pass the wine cup that begins with pure wine
Never listen to a reproacher or a faultfinder.
Do not listen to the blamer and critic
يَهْتَزُّ فِي سُودِ الثِّيَابِ كَأَنَّهُ
بَدْرٌ تَجَلَّى مِنْ غَمامٍ أَسْوَدِ
He sways in black robes, as though he were
He sways in his black clothes as if
A full moon shining forth from a black cloud.
A moon has appeared from dark clouds
ما زِلْتُ أَسْحَرُهُ بِلَحْظٍ خاتِلٍ
وَأَسُومُهُ الإِنْجازَ قَبْلَ الْمُوعِدِ
I kept enchanting him with a sly glance,
I continue to enchant him with a seducing glance
And pressed him to fulfill his promise before the appointed time,
And hasten our union before the appointed time
حَتَّى تَوَرَّدَ خَدُّهُ بِمُدَامَةِ
كالْمِسْكِ ذَاتِ تَوَقُّدٍ وَتَوَرُّدِ
Until his cheek grew rosy with wine,
Until his cheek took on the redness
Like musk, aglow and rose-red.
Of scented musk with blushing and glow
وَتَبَيِّنَ الإِنْعامُ فِي أَلْحاظِهِ
مُتَقَرِّبَ بالألْفاظِ بَعْدَ تَبَعُّدِ
And favor became apparent in his glances,
And the affection in his eyes becomes clear
Drawing close with words after keeping aloof,
Drawing nearer with words after aloofness
حَتَّى انْثَنَى فِي الأَرْضِ يَلْثِمُ خَدَّهُ
شَوْقاً إلى فَرْدِ الْمَلاَحَةِ أَوْحَدِ
Until he bent down upon the earth, kissing his cheek,
Until he bowed down to the earth kissing his cheek
Longing for the sole, peerless paragon of beauty.
Yearning for the intimacy of being alone
يا لَيْلَةً كانَتْ لِدَهْرِي غَرَّةً
طَلَعَتْ عَلَيَّ نُجُومُها بِالأَسْعُدِ
O night that was a white blaze upon my life's brow,
O night that was for my life a foretaste
Its stars rose over me with the best of fortune.
Whose stars have risen upon me in great fortune
Sol 6.1