وَرَدَarrived الرَبيعُspring فَمَرحَباًso welcome بِوُرودِهِto its arrival
وَرَدَ الرَبيعُ فَمَرحَباً بِوُرودِهِ
وَبِنورِand to the radiance of بَهجَتِهِits splendor وَنَورِand the blossoms of وُرودِهِits roses
وَبِنورِ بَهجَتِهِ وَنَورِ وُرودِهِ
Spring has arrived: welcome to its coming,
Springtime has arrived, so welcome its flowers
and to the radiance of its splendor and the blossoms of its roses,
And the radiance of its joy and the light of its roses,
وَبِحُسنِand to the beauty of مَنظَرِهِits appearance وَطيبِand the sweetness of نَسيمِهِits breeze
وَبِحُسنِ مَنظَرِهِ وَطيبِ نَسيمِهِ
وَأَنيقِand elegant مَلبَسِهِits attire وَوَشيِand the embroidery of بُرودِهِits mantles
وَأَنيقِ مَلبَسِهِ وَوَشيِ بُرودِهِ
and to its lovely appearance and the sweetness of its breeze,
With the beauty of its sights and the fragrance of its breeze,
and its elegant attire and the embroidery of its mantles.
The elegance of its dress and the freshness of its coolness.
فَصلٌa season إِذاwhen اِفتَخَرَboasts الزَمانُTime فَإِنَّهُthen indeed it is
فَصلٌ إِذا اِفتَخَرَ الزَمانُ فَإِنَّهُ
إِنسانُthe pupil of مُقلَتِهِits eye وَبَيتُand the verse of قَصيدِهِits poem
إِنسانُ مُقلَتِهِ وَبَيتُ قَصيدِهِ
A season which, when Time boasts, is indeed
It is a season when time takes pride in it, for it is
the pupil of its eye and the choicest verse of its poem.
The human of its eye and the home of its ode,
يُغنيspares المِزاجَthe constitution عَنِfrom العِلاجِtreatment نَسيمُهُits breeze
يُغني المِزاجَ عَنِ العِلاجِ نَسيمُهُ
بِاللُطفِthrough gentleness عِندَat هِبوبِهِits blowing وَرُكودِهِand its stillness
بِاللُطفِ عِندَ هِبوبِهِ وَرُكودِهِ
Its breeze spares the constitution the need for treatment,
Its breeze makes treatment redundant,
through gentleness, both when it blows and when it rests.
With its gentleness when it blows and when it’s still.
ياoh حَبَّذاhow lovely أَزهارُهُits flowers وَثِمارُهُand its fruits
يا حَبَّذا أَزهارُهُ وَثِمارُهُ
وَنَباتُand the growth of ناجِمِهِits sprouts وَحَبُّand the grain of حَصيدِهِits harvest
وَنَباتُ ناجِمِهِ وَحَبُّ حَصيدِهِ
Oh, how lovely are its flowers and its fruits,
How excellent are its blooms and fruits,
and the growth of its shoots and the grain of its harvest!
And the plants of its stars and the love of its harvest,
وَتَجاوُبُand the answering of الأَطيارِthe birds فيin أَشجارِهِits trees
وَتَجاوُبُ الأَطيارِ في أَشجارِهِ
كَبَناتِlike the daughters (songs) of مَعبَدَMaʿbad فيamid مَواجِبِthe cadences of عودِهِhis lute
كَبَناتِ مَعبَدَ في مَواجِبِ عودِهِ
And the birds' answering calls in its trees
And the birds calling to each other in its trees,
are like Maʿbad's 'daughters' amid the cadences of his lute.
Like girls in the shrine responding to his return.
وَالغُصنُand the branch قَدhas كُسِيَbeen clothed in الغَلائِلَlight robes بَعدَماafter
وَالغُصنُ قَد كُسِيَ الغَلائِلَ بَعدَما
أَخَذَتbegan يَداthe two hands of كانونَKanun فيin تَجريدِهِstripping it bare
أَخَذَت يَدا كانونَ في تَجريدِهِ
And the branch has been clothed in light robes, after
And the branch is now clothed in leaves after
Kanun's two hands began stripping it bare.
The hand of January stripped it bare,
نالَgained الصِباyouth بَعدَafter المَشيبِgray-haired age وَقَدand indeed جَرىflowed
نالَ الصِبا بَعدَ المَشيبِ وَقَد جَرى
ماءُthe water of الشَبيبَةِyouth فيthrough مَنابِتِthe growing places of عودِهِits stem
ماءُ الشَبيبَةِ في مَنابِتِ عودِهِ
It regained youth after gray-haired age, and there flowed
Youthfulness found the elderly after becoming old,
the water of youth through the roots of its stem.
And the water of youth flowed in the veins of its branches.
وَالوَردُand the rose فيat أَعلىthe tops of الغُصونِthe branches كَأَنَّهُas though it were
وَالوَردُ في أَعلى الغُصونِ كَأَنَّهُ
مَلِكٌa king تَحُفُّsurround بِهِaround him سَراةُthe elite of جُنودِهِhis troops
مَلِكٌ تَحُفُّ بِهِ سَراةُ جُنودِهِ
And the rose atop the branches seems
The roses at the top of the boughs are like
a king surrounded by the elite of his troops.
A king encircled by his retiring entourage,
وَكَأَنَّماand as though القَدّاحُthe orange blossom سِمطُa strand of لآلِئٍpearls
وَكَأَنَّما القَدّاحُ سِمطُ لآلِئٍ
هُوَit لِلقَضيبِfor the twig قِلادَةٌa necklace فيaround جيدِهِits neck
هُوَ لِلقَضيبِ قِلادَةٌ في جيدِهِ
And the orange blossom seems a strand of pearls,
And the buds are like pearls
a necklace for the twig, around its neck.
Forming a necklace around the twig at its nape.
وَالياسَمينُand the jasmine كَعاشِقٌlike a lover قَدhas شَفَّهُwasted him
وَالياسَمينُ كَعاشِقٌ قَد شَفَّهُ
جَورُthe cruelty of الحَبيبِthe beloved بِهَجرِهِthrough his desertion وَصُدودِهِand his turning away
جَورُ الحَبيبِ بِهَجرِهِ وَصُدودِهِ
And the jasmine is like a lover wasted by
And the jasmine is like a lover whom
the beloved's cruelty in abandoning and shunning him.
The injustice of the beloved with his distance has exasperated,
وَاِنظُرand look لِنَرجِسِهِat its narcissus الشَهِيِّthe delightful كَأَنَّهُas though it were
وَاِنظُر لِنَرجِسِهِ الشَهِيِّ كَأَنَّهُ
طَرفٌan eye تَنَبَّهَawakened بَعدَafter طولِthe length of هُجودِهِits sleep
طَرفٌ تَنَبَّهَ بَعدَ طولِ هُجودِهِ
And look at its delightful narcissus, as though it were
And look at its proud narcissus, it is as if
an eye awakened after its long slumber.
An eyelid awakened after long prostration.
وَاِعجَبand marvel لِأَذَريونِهِat its marigolds وَبَهارِهِand its yellow oxeye flowers
وَاِعجَب لِأَذَريونِهِ وَبَهارِهِ
كَالتِبرِlike uncoined gold يَزهوgleams بِاِختِلافِwith the variety of نُقودِهِits coins
كَالتِبرِ يَزهو بِاِختِلافِ نُقودِهِ
And marvel at its marigolds and yellow oxeye flowers,
And wonder at its violets and primrose,
like gold gleaming in its varied coins.
Like speckled coins with their different currency,
وَاِنظُرand look إِلىat المَنظومِthe strung arrangement مِنfrom مَنثورِهِits stock blossoms
وَاِنظُر إِلى المَنظومِ مِن مَنثورِهِ
مُتَنَوِّعاًvaried بِفُصولِهِin its sections وَعُقودِهِand its necklaces
مُتَنَوِّعاً بِفُصولِهِ وَعُقودِهِ
And look at the strands made from its stock blossoms,
And look from its prose to its verse,
varied in their sections and their necklaces.
Diverse in its chapters and stanzas.
أَوَماand do you not تَرىsee الغَيمَthe cloud الرَقيقَthe delicate وَماand what بَداappears
أَوَما تَرى الغَيمَ الرَقيقَ وَما بَدا
لِلعَينِto the eye مِنof أَشكالِهِits shapes وَطُرودِهِand its drifting masses
لِلعَينِ مِن أَشكالِهِ وَطُرودِهِ
And do you not see the delicate cloud, and what appears
Can you not see the thin cloud and what appeared
to the eye of its shapes and drifting masses?
To the eye of its forms and processions?
وَالسُحبُand the clouds تَعقُدُhold فيin السَماءِthe sky مَآتِماًmourning rites
وَالسُحبُ تَعقُدُ في السَماءِ مَآتِماً
وَالأَرضُand the earth فيat عُرسِthe wedding of الزَمانِTime وَعيدِهِand its festival
وَالأَرضُ في عُرسِ الزَمانِ وَعيدِهِ
And the clouds hold mourning rites in the sky,
And the clouds contract in the sky like gatherings
while earth is at Time's wedding and festival.
While the earth celebrates the feast of time.
نَدَبَتthey lamented فَشَقَّso tore لَهاfor them الشَقيقُthe anemone جُيوبَهُits collars
نَدَبَت فَشَقَّ لَها الشَقيقُ جُيوبَهُ
وَاِزرَقَّand turned blue سَوسَنُهاher iris لِلَطمِfrom slapping خُدودِهِits cheeks
وَاِزرَقَّ سَوسَنُها لِلَطمِ خُدودِهِ
They lamented, so the anemone tore its collars for them,
It tearfully lamented so the anemone tore its robes
and earth's iris turned blue from slapping its cheeks.
And its lily bruised its cheek from the blows.
وَالماءُand the water فيin تَيّارِthe current of دِجلَةَthe Tigris مُطلَقٌunbound
وَالماءُ في تَيّارِ دِجلَةَ مُطلَقٌ
وَالجِسرُand the bridge فيin أَصفادِهِits shackles وَقُيودِهِand its chains
وَالجِسرُ في أَصفادِهِ وَقُيودِهِ
And the water is unbound in the current of the Tigris,
And the water in the currents of the Tigris runs free
while the bridge is in its shackles and chains.
While the bridge is in its shackles and chains.
وَالغَيمُand the cloud يَحكيimitates الماءَthe water فيin جَرَيانِهِits flow
وَالغَيمُ يَحكي الماءَ في جَرَيانِهِ
وَالماءُand the water يَحكيimitates الغَيمَthe cloud فيin تَجعيدِهِits wrinkling
وَالماءُ يَحكي الغَيمَ في تَجعيدِهِ
And the cloud mimics water in its flow,
The cloud tells of the water in its flow
and water mimics the cloud in its rippling folds.
And the water tells of the cloud in its twisting,
فَابكُرso go early إِلىto رَوضٍa meadow أَنيقٍlovely ظِلُّهُits shade
فَابكُر إِلى رَوضٍ أَنيقٍ ظِلُّهُ
فَالعَيشُfor delight بَينَbetween بَسيطِهِits breadth وَمَديدِهِand its length
فَالعَيشُ بَينَ بَسيطِهِ وَمَديدِهِ
So go early to a meadow whose shade is lovely,
So hasten to a charming garden whose shade...
for delight lies between its breadth and its length.
To live between its carpet and its pillow.
وَإِذاand when رَأَيتَyou see جَديدَthe fresh growth of رَوضٍa meadow ناضِرٍflourishing
وَإِذا رَأَيتَ جَديدَ رَوضٍ ناضِرٍ
فَاِرشُفthen sip عَتيقَaged الراحِwine فَوقَupon جَديدِهِits fresh growth
فَاِرشُف عَتيقَ الراحِ فَوقَ جَديدِهِ
And when you see the fresh growth of a flourishing meadow,
And when you see the blossoms of a fresh garden,
sip aged wine upon its fresh greenery,
Sip the old wine above the new.
مِنfrom كَفِّthe hand of ذيone possessing هَيَفٍslenderness of waist يُضاعِفُdoubles خُلقُهhis manner
مِن كَفِّ ذي هَيَفٍ يُضاعِفُ خُلقُه
سُكرَthe intoxication of المُدامِwine بِشَدوِهِwith his singing وَنَشيدِهِand his song
سُكرَ المُدامِ بِشَدوِهِ وَنَشيدِهِ
from the hand of a slender-waisted one whose manner doubles
From the palm of one with a flowing robe whose nature
the wine's intoxication with his singing and song.
Doubles the drunkenness of the wine with his song and ode.
صافيclear الأَديمِthe skin تَرىyou see إِذاwhen شاهَدتَهُyou behold him
صافي الأَديمِ تَرى إِذا شاهَدتَهُ
تِمثالَthe likeness of شَخصِكَyour person فيin صَفاءِthe clarity of خُدودِهِhis cheeks
تِمثالَ شَخصِكَ في صَفاءِ خُدودِهِ
Clear-skinned: when you look at him, you see
You see your image in the clear goblet when you gaze at it
your own likeness in the clarity of his cheeks.
In the clarity of its cheek.
وَإِذاand when بَلَغتَyou reach مِنَwith المُدامَةِwine غايَةًa limit
وَإِذا بَلَغتَ مِنَ المُدامَةِ غايَةً
فَاِقلِلthen drink less لِتُذكيto rekindle الفَهمَunderstanding بَعدَafter خُمودِهِits dying down
فَاِقلِل لِتُذكي الفَهمَ بَعدَ خُمودِهِ
And when you have reached a limit with wine,
And when you’ve reached the limit in your wine drinking,
then drink less, to rekindle understanding after it has died down.
Reduce it to revive the intellect after its slumber.
إِنَّindeed المُدامَwine إِذاwhen تَزايَدَincreases حَدُّهاits measure
إِنَّ المُدامَ إِذا تَزايَدَ حَدُّها
فيin الشُربِdrinking كانَthere is النَقصُdiminution فيin مَحدودِهِthe one it limits (the drinker)
في الشُربِ كانَ النَقصُ في مَحدودِهِ
For wine, when its measure increases
For when the excess of wine increases
in drinking, leaves the drinker diminished.
In drinking, the diminishing is in its limits.
Sol 6.1