وَقَطِيعٍand a goblet كانَwas أُفقاًa horizon لِلطِّلاfor wine
وَقَطِيعٍ كانَ أُفقاً لِلطِّلا
سَكَنَتهُdwelt in it رِيقَةُsaliva الشّهدِof honey لَمَاthe dusky tint of lips
سَكَنَتهُ رِيقَةُ الشّهدِ لَمَا
And a goblet that was a horizon for wine—
A flock was a horizon for the rising of dawn
Honey’s saliva dwelt within it as the dusky tint of lips.
It was calmed by a honeyed saliva when
لَيتَwould that شِعرِيmy knowledge واللَّيَالِيand the nights عِبَرٌlessons
لَيتَ شِعرِي واللَّيَالِي عِبَرٌ
مَنwho أَحَالَturned الأُفقَthe horizon مِنهُof it مَبسِمَاinto a smiling mouth
مَن أَحَالَ الأُفقَ مِنهُ مَبسِمَا
Would that I knew—and the nights are lessons—
If only I knew, and the nights are a passage
Who turned its horizon into a smiling mouth?
Who made the horizon from it a smile
Sol 6.1