بَاكرِseek at dawn دَمَthe blood of الزِّقِّthe wineskin بالنَّاياتwith flutes وَالعُودِand the oud
بَاكرِ دَمَ الزِّقِّ بالنَّايات وَالعُودِ
واشربand drink فقدfor indeed ضاعَhas wafted منهاfrom it مَندَلُaloeswood incense العَودِthe aromatic wood
واشرب فقد ضاعَ منها مَندَلُ العَودِ
Seek the wineskin's blood at dawn, with flutes and oud.
Dawn sprinkled the juice of grapes with flutes and lute
And drink, for the scent of aloeswood wafts from it.
So drink, for the bowl of wood is now lost
أَماdo you not تراهُyou see it بِنَحرِat the throat of الزِّقِّthe wineskin مُنبجساًgushing
أَما تراهُ بِنَحرِ الزِّقِّ مُنبجساً
يُجريpours forth بعرقٍthrough a vein منof الراووقِthe wine-strainer مَفصودِopened for bleeding
يُجري بعرقٍ من الراووقِ مَفصودِ
Do you not see it gushing at the wineskin's throat,
Do you not see it stained on the breast of the jar
Pouring through a slit vein of the wine-strainer?
Flowing with filtered syrup from the grape vine
والدِّيكُand the rooster قدalready نبَّهَroused النُّوَّامَthe sleepers منout of طَربٍdelight
والدِّيكُ قد نبَّهَ النُّوَّامَ من طَربٍ
إلىto الصَّباحِthe morning بِتَصفيقِwith clapping وتَغريدِand singing
إلى الصَّباحِ بِتَصفيقِ وتَغريدِ
And the rooster, in delight, has roused the sleepers
The rooster has woken the sleepy from ecstasy
To the morning, with clapping and song.
To the morning with clapping and singing
وَعَسكرُand the army of الصُّبحِdawn قَدalready غَارَتhas raided طلائِعُهُits vanguard
وَعَسكرُ الصُّبحِ قَد غَارَت طلائِعُهُ
شُهباًgray steeds علىagainst أَدهمِa black steed للَّيلِof the night مَطرودِdriven away
شُهباً على أَدهمِ للَّيلِ مَطرودِ
And the vanguard of dawn's army has charged,
And the army of dawn has launched its vanguards
Gray steeds against night's black steed, driven off.
Like falling stars upon the dark night's retreat
والكأسُand the cup قدalready قَهقَهَlaughed aloud الإِبريقُthe pitcher فابتسمَتso it smiled
والكأسُ قد قَهقَهَ الإِبريقُ فابتسمَت
عنrevealing لُؤلُؤٍpearls منof حَبابِbubbles of الماءِwater مَنضودِneatly arrayed
عن لُؤلُؤٍ من حَبابِ الماءِ مَنضودِ
And the pitcher laughed aloud, so the cup smiled,
The goblet has clinked as the pitcher smiles
Revealing neatly arrayed pearls of water-bubbles.
With pearls of water beads gathered round
قومواrise! بنَاwith us نحوtoward ديرِthe monastery of القَسِّthe priest نطرقُهُwe knock at it
قوموا بنَا نحو ديرِ القَسِّ نطرقُهُ
فَقَدfor indeed ظِمئناwe have grown thirsty إلىfor ماءِthe water of العَنَاقيدِthe grape-clusters
فَقَد ظِمئنا إلى ماءِ العَنَاقيدِ
Rise; let us go to the priest's monastery and knock at its door,
Rise, let us head to the monastery of the priest
For we have grown thirsty for the water of grape-clusters.
For we thirst for the water of the vine
نَستَقِهِwe ask him for drink شَمسةًa sunlike draught ممَّاfrom what قَدِalready ادَّخرَتstored away
نَستَقِهِ شَمسةً ممَّا قَدِ ادَّخرَت
مِنهاof it القَواويسُthe bishops أعيادَfeasts of الَمواليدِnativities
مِنها القَواويسُ أعيادَ الَمواليدِ
Let us ask him for a sunlike draught of the wine stored away
We'll have a sip, from what it has stored
By the bishops for nativity feasts.
In its jars, for the holidays and feasts
مِنَfrom التيthat which عظَّمrevered الرُّهبانُthe monks حُرمَتهاher sanctity
مِنَ التي عظَّم الرُّهبانُ حُرمَتها
وقرَّبand gave Communion to القِسُّthe priest منهاfrom it كلَّevery معمودِbaptized person
وقرَّب القِسُّ منها كلَّ معمودِ
From that wine whose sanctity the monks revered,
That which the monks so revere
And from which the priest gave Communion to everyone baptized.
And the priest has baptized all believers with
منfrom عَنستُgrew old unmarried فيin دَنِّهاher wine-cask حِقَباًages
من عَنستُ في دَنِّها حِقَباً
كانَتshe existed وماwhile not آدمٌAdam يوماًever بموجودِin existence
كانَت وما آدمٌ يوماً بموجودِ
From her who grew old unmarried in her cask for ages:
I have lived in its lowlands for ages
She existed before Adam ever came to be.
While Adam himself was not yet present
كادَتshe nearly منfrom الَمكثِlong repose لولاbut for طِيبُfineness of عُنصُرِهاher essence
كادَت من الَمكثِ لولا طِيبُ عُنصُرِها
تَضحيwould become كَوَهمlike a fancy منamong الأَوهامِthe fancies مَفقودِvanished
تَضحي كَوَهم من الأَوهامِ مَفقودِ
But for her fine essence, long repose would almost have made her
Were it not for the goodness of its being
Become like a vanished fancy among fancies.
It would be like a delusion, lost and absent
أَثوابُهاher robes عِندَon يَومِthe day of الفِصحِEaster تَحمِلُهاcarry them
أَثوابُها عِندَ يَومِ الفِصحِ تَحمِلُها
أيديthe hands of القُسُوسِthe priests فَكَانَتso she was بهجَةَthe joy of العيدِthe feast
أيدي القُسُوسِ فَكَانَت بهجَةَ العيدِ
Her robes, on Easter day, are carried
On Easter Day its clothes are carried
By the priests' hands; thus she was the joy of the feast.
By the hands of priests, the joy of the feast
وَزَحفواand they marched حَولَهاaround her الإِنجيلَthe Gospel مِنout of فَرحٍjoy
وَزَحفوا حَولَها الإِنجيلَ مِن فَرحٍ
بِهاin her وَطافواand they circled بِتَعظيمwith reverence وَتَمجيدِand glorification
بِها وَطافوا بِتَعظيم وَتَمجيدِ
And they processed around her with the Gospel, out of joy
And they crept around it, the Bible in joy
In her, and circled with reverence and glorification.
Circling with reverence and praise
صَلُّواthey prayed عَلَيهاover her وطَافواand they circled حَولَaround حانتِهاher tavern
صَلُّوا عَلَيها وطَافوا حَولَ حانتِها
دَهراًfor an age طويلاًlong بِتَلحينٍwith tuneful chanting وَتَرديدِand repetition
دَهراً طويلاً بِتَلحينٍ وَتَرديدِ
They prayed over her and circled her tavern
They prayed over it and circled its tavern
For a long age, with tuneful chanting and repetition.
For ages long, with chant and verse
فَإِنso if سَقَوناthey give us drink شَرِبناwe shall drink مِنof مُدامَتهِمtheir wine
فَإِن سَقَونا شَرِبنا مِن مُدامَتهِم
كأساًa cup تَقولُthat says لأَيَّامِto the days of الصِّباyouth عوديreturn!
كأساً تَقولُ لأَيَّامِ الصِّبا عودي
So if they give us drink, we shall drink of their wine,
So if we drink from their chalices
A cup that tells the days of youth: 'Return!'
A cup that says to the days of youth "return"
Sol 6.1