جَرَيتُI hastened بِحَمراءِwith red wine الكُمَيتِthe dark-red wine إِلىto الشَّقراal-Shaqra
جَرَيتُ بِحَمراءِ الكُمَيتِ إِلى الشَّقرا
مَقَرِّthe dwelling of الهَوىlove حُسناًin beauty وأَعرضتُand I turned away عنfrom مُقرَىMuqra
مَقَرِّ الهَوى حُسناً وأَعرضتُ عن مُقرَى
I hastened with dark-red wine to al-Shaqra,
I strolled by the red dunes to Shaqra
love's beautiful dwelling, and turned away from Muqra.
The abode of love, beauty, yet I turned away from dwelling
وَلمand did not أُخِلI leave empty بالخَلخالِat al-Khalkhal منof كأسِهاits cup يديmy hand
وَلم أُخِل بالخَلخالِ من كأسِها يدي
وَأَثبتُّand I recorded فيin تاريخِthe chronicle of ماwhat سَرَّنيdelighted me سَطراa line
وَأَثبتُّ في تاريخِ ما سَرَّني سَطرا
At al-Khalkhal I never left my hand without its cup,
Nor did I neglect to drink from her goblet
and recorded a line in the chronicle of what delighted me.
And I recorded in history whatever delighted me
وَأَبصرتُand I saw ماthe space بَينَbetween الَميادينِthe open grounds سائِلاًflowing (also, petitioning)
وَأَبصرتُ ما بَينَ الَميادينِ سائِلاً
فَلَمso did not أَرَI see إِلاَّexcept أَنthat أُقابِلَهُI greet it نَهراa rebuff (also, a river)
فَلَم أَرَ إِلاَّ أَن أُقابِلَهُ نَهرا
Between the open grounds I saw a flowing 'petitioner',
I looked between the sands asking
and could only greet it with a 'rebuff';
But only saw that I face a river
ولاand not سِيمَّاespecially (with ولا) والرَّوضُwhile the garden منfrom حَولِهِaround it لَهُfor it
ولا سِيمَّا والرَّوضُ من حَولِهِ لَهُ
بِساطٌa carpet وَقَدand indeed مَدَّspread النَّسيمُthe breeze لَهُfor it نَشراfragrance
بِساطٌ وَقَد مَدَّ النَّسيمُ لَهُ نَشرا
especially with the garden all around it as its
Especially with the garden around it for it
carpet, and the breeze having spread fragrance for it.
A carpet, and the breeze spread it open
فَلِلَّهِso, to God belong أَيَّامٌdays تَوَلَّتpassed away بِجانِبَيon the two banks of
فَلِلَّهِ أَيَّامٌ تَوَلَّت بِجانِبَي
يَزيدَYazid فَقَدfor indeed كَانَتthey were بِبهَجتِهاin their delight العُمراlife itself
يَزيدَ فَقَد كَانَت بِبهَجتِها العُمرا
By God, what days passed on the two banks
By Allah, days have passed by my side
of Yazid! In their joy, they were life itself.
Increasing loss, though in their splendor was life
وماand not كانَwas مَقصوديَmy aim يَزيدَYazid وَبَردَهُand its coolness
وما كانَ مَقصوديَ يَزيدَ وَبَردَهُ
وَلكِنَّand yet قَصديmy purpose كانَwas أَنظُرَI gaze upon الزَّهراthe flowers
وَلكِنَّ قَصدي كانَ أَنظُرَ الزَّهرا
And my aim was not Yazid and its coolness,
It was not that Yazid was my goal and his coldness
but my purpose was to gaze upon the flowers.
Rather, my aim was to look upon the flowers
Sol 6.1