متَى تَنْشَطُ لِلأَكْلِ
فَقَدْ أُصْلِحَتِ الجُونَهْ
When will you feel ready to eat?
When will you be eager to eat
For the hamper has been readied,
For the table has been set
وَقَدْ زَيَّنَهَا الطَّاهِي
لَنَا أَحْسَنَ تَزْيِيْنَهْ
and the cook has adorned it
And the cook has adorned it
for us with the finest adornment,
He adorned it most beautifully
كَمَا زَيَّنَ صَوْبُ الغَيْ
ثِ فِي الرَّوْضِ أَفَانِيْنَهْ
just as the pouring rain adorned
As he adorned the orchard branches
the garden's spreading branches.
With its blossoms
فَجَاءَتْ وَهْيَ مِنْ أَطْيَ
بِ مَا يُؤْكَلُ مَشْحُونَهْ
It came with the tastiest
So it came full
things to eat packed inside:
Of the most delicious foods
فَمِنْ جَدْيٍ شَوَيْنَاهُ
وَعَصَّبْنَا مَصَارِيْنَهْ
including a young goat we roasted,
Of lamb we grilled
and whose intestines we bound up;
And kneaded its dough
وَنَضَّدْنَا عَلَيْهِ نَعْ
نَعَ البَقْلِ وَطَرْخُونَهْ
and we arranged upon it
We heaped vegetables upon it
the greens' mint and their tarragon;
Spinach and eggplant
وَفَرْخٍ وَافِرِ الزَّوْرِ
أَحَدْنَا لَكَ تَسْمِيْنَهْ
and a plump-breasted chick,
And chicken, plump and fat
whose fattening we perfected for you;
We fattened for you
وَطَيْهُوجٍ وَفَرُّوجٍ
أَجَدْنَا لَكَ تَطْجِيْنَهْ
and a grouse and a young chicken,
And turkey and duck
which we expertly pan-cooked for you;
We stuffed for you
وَسَنْبُوسَجَةٍ مَقْلُوَّ
ةِ فِي إِثْرِ طَرْذِيْنَهْ
and a fried sambusak pastry,
And a casserole slowly cooked
following a tardhina dish;
Next to olives
وَحَمْرَاءَ مِنَ البَيْضِ
إِلَى جَانِبِ زَيْتُونَهْ
and a red dish made of eggs,
And eggs colored red
beside an olive;
Next to onions
وَطَلْعٍ كَنِظَامِ الدُّرِّ
فِي الأَسْفَاطِ مَكْنُونَهْ
and palm blossoms, like strings of pearls,
And wraps of leafy greens
tucked away in baskets;
Cooked in water and oil
وَأَوْسَاطِ شَطِيْرَاتٍ
بِزَيْتِ المَاءِ مَدْهُونَهْ
and the middles of small half-loaves,
That arouse the appetite
brushed with 'water-oil';
And stimulate hunger
يُوَلِّدْنَ لِذِي الشَّهْوَ
ةِ جُوعَاً وَيُشَهِّيْنَهْ
they make anyone with an appetite
With a scent of ambergris dough
hungry, and whet his desire,
Mixed with grapes
بِعَرْفٍ كَكُسُورِ النَّدِّ
بِالْعَنْبَرِ مَعْجُونَهْ
with a fragrance like pieces of nadd incense
And soft cheese combined
kneaded with ambergris;
With the wraps
وَحَرِّيْفٍ مِنَ الجُبْنِ
بِهِ الأَوْسَاطُ مَقْرُونَهْ
and a pungent cheese,
And a knife ready
paired with those middle pieces.
To slice and serve
وَقَدْ أَرْهَفَ لِلتَّقْطِيْ
عِ وَالتَّفْصِيْلِ سَكِّيْنَهْ
And he has honed, for cutting
And vinegar now oozing out
and portioning, his knife.
As it steeps
وَخَلٍّ تَرْعُفُ الآنُ
فُ مِنْهُ وَهْيَ مَخْتُونَهْ
And vinegar—noses bleed
And eggplant boiled
from it, though they are circumcised;
That your soul craves
وَبَاذِنْجَانِ بُورَانِ
بِهِ نَفْسُكَ مَفْتُونَهْ
and Buran-style eggplant,
And artichoke, I promise you
with which your soul is enamored;
You'll find its taste sweet
وَهِلْيَوْنٍ وَعَهْدِي بِ
كَ تَسْتَعْذِبُ هِلْيُونَهْ
and asparagus—I know
And an almond pudding
you find its asparagus delicious;
With sugar buried in it
وَلَوْزِيْنَجَةٍ فِي الدُّهْ
نِ والسُّكَّر مَدْفُونَهْ
and a lawzinaj almond sweet, buried in fat
And for you I have a bowl
and sugar;
Of cooked rice
وَعِنْدِي لَكَ دَسْتِيْجَ
ةُ مَطْبُوخٍ وَقِنِّيْنَهْ
and I have for you a jar
With a shank bone that curves
of boiled wine, and a bottle;
With a bent nun
وَسَاقٍ وَعَدَتْ بِالْعَطْ
فِ عَنْهُ عَطْفَهُ النُّونَهْ
and a cupbearer—affection was promised
It has intense visions
on his behalf by his dimple's curve;
And its words gentle
لَهُ شِدَّةُ أَلْحَاظٍ
وَفِي أَلْفَاظِهِ لِيْنَهْ
his glances are fierce,
And a moon-like dessert that will sing to you
but his words are gentle;
Unalloyed
وَقُمْرِيُّ يُغَنِّيْكَ
لُحُونَاً غَيْرَ مَلْحُونَهْ
and a turtledove sings you
Oh you, who have shunned
melodies free of false notes.
The abode of the grieved
أَلاَ يَا مَنْ لِمَحْزُونٍ
نَأَى عَنْ دَارِ مَحْزُونَهْ
Ah, who will aid a sorrowful man
What is your excuse that
far from the home of his sorrowful one?
You are not seen intoxicated
فَمَا عُذْرُكَ فِي أَنْ لاَ
تُرَى مِنْ سُكُرٍ طِيْنَهْ
So what excuse have you for not
being seen, drunk, as a lump of clay?
Sol 6.1