يا نَدِيماً نادمتُ فيه السُّرورا
بأبي أنتَ مُلهياً وسميرا
O companion, in whose company I made Joy my drinking-mate,
may my father be your ransom—an entertainer and evening friend!
بِغناءٍ يبثُّ دُرّاً نظيماً
وحديثٍ يبثُّ درّاً نثيرا
With song that scatters pearls in ordered strands,
and conversation that scatters pearls loose and unstrung.
أنت لو لم تكن بُعِثتَ الى اللَّهْ
وِ رَسُولاً لم أنطق الطنبورا
Had you not been sent forth to revelry
as its apostle, I would not have made the tanbur speak.
لم يَزَل ناطقاً يُناغيكَ حتّى
كادت الأرضُ تحتنا أن تَمُورا
It went on speaking, answering you in melody, until
the earth beneath us almost began to sway.
فلو اَنَّ البحور خمرٌ لدينا
وتَغَنَّيتَ لارتَشَفنا البحورا
Had the sea been wine at hand for us,
and had you sung, we would have sipped up the seas.
قصرَ الليلُ إذ حَدَوتَ مطايا
هُ فأسرعنَ إذ طَوَينَ المَسيرا
The night grew short when you sang to urge its mounts;
they sped on, folding up the road.
Sol 5.6