الغَيمُthe cloud فيin حافَتَيهِits two edges البَرقُthe lightning يَلتَهِبُblazes
الغَيمُ في حافَتَيهِ البَرقُ يَلتَهِبُ
كَأَنَّهُas though it were مُطرَفٌa bordered mantle أَعلامُهُits decorative bands ذَهَبُgold
كَأَنَّهُ مُطرَفٌ أَعلامُهُ ذَهَبُ
The cloud—along its two edges, lightning blazes,
The lightning flashes in the clouds' edges
As though it were a mantle whose decorative bands are gold.
As if it were a banner with golden fringes
وَالقَطرُand the rain يَلثُمُkisses ثَغرَthe mouth of الأُقحُوانِthe chrysanthemum إِذاwhen
وَالقَطرُ يَلثُمُ ثَغرَ الأُقحُوانِ إِذا
تَبَسَّمَتsmiled عَنهُrevealing it فيin أَفواهِهاtheir mouths القُضُبُthe boughs
تَبَسَّمَت عَنهُ في أَفواهِها القُضُبُ
And the rain kisses the chrysanthemum’s mouth when
And the raindrops kiss the mouths of flowers
The boughs smile, revealing it within their mouths.
When from them smiles break through their covers
فَبِالإِخاءِso, for brotherhood’s sake تَرَجَّلdismount عَنfrom مُخالَفَتيopposing me
فَبِالإِخاءِ تَرَجَّل عَن مُخالَفَتي
وَاِركَبand mount نَشاطاًgood cheer لَهُfor it مِنfrom طاعَتيobedience to me لَبَبُa breast-strap
وَاِركَب نَشاطاً لَهُ مِن طاعَتي لَبَبُ
So, for brotherhood’s sake, dismount from opposing me,
So make peace and give up your opposition
And mount good cheer, whose breast-strap is obedience to me.
And obedience to me make your position
وَسِرand go إِلىto بِنتِa daughter of كَرمٍa vine فَوقَabove مَفرِقِهاthe crown of her head
وَسِر إِلى بِنتِ كَرمٍ فَوقَ مَفرِقِها
مِنfrom صَنعَةِthe craftsmanship of الماءِwater تاجٌa crown دُرُّهُits pearls الحَبَبُthe bubbles
مِن صَنعَةِ الماءِ تاجٌ دُرُّهُ الحَبَبُ
And go to the vine’s daughter; atop her head
Go to the daughter of generosity on her crown
Is a crown fashioned by water, its pearls the bubbles.
A diadem of water's making, pearls abound
فَالوَقتُfor the moment إِنif جِئتَهُyou come to it حَتىso that تُشاهِدُهُyou behold it
فَالوَقتُ إِن جِئتَهُ حَتى تُشاهِدُهُ
رَأَيتَهُyou will see it حَسَناًbeautiful قَدindeed عَمَّهُhas pervaded it الطَرَبُjoy
رَأَيتَهُ حَسَناً قَد عَمَّهُ الطَرَبُ
For this moment—if you come to it to behold it—
And when you come at the right time to see it
You will see it beautiful, suffused with joy.
You'll find it beautiful, enraptured in its seat
Sol 6.1