السُحبُthe clouds تُرضِعُsuckle مِنamong بَناتِdaughters الأَرضِthe earth ماthose that
السُحبُ تُرضِعُ مِن بَناتِ الأَرضِ ما
جَعَلَhas made الرَبيعُspring لَهاfor them الغُصونَthe boughs مَهوداcradles
جَعَلَ الرَبيعُ لَها الغُصونَ مَهودا
The clouds suckle, among the daughters of earth, those
The clouds suckle those among the earth’s daughters
for whom spring has made the boughs into cradles.
for whom spring has made the boughs cradles.
وَالراحُand wine قَدindeed نَظَمَhas strung المِزاجُthe admixture لِجيدِهاfor her neck
وَالراحُ قَد نَظَمَ المِزاجُ لِجيدِها
دُرَّpearls الحَبابِthe foam قَلائِداًnecklaces وَعُقوداand strings of beads
دُرَّ الحَبابِ قَلائِداً وَعُقودا
And wine—the mingling has strung around her neck
And wine—the admixture has strung about her neck
the bubbles’ pearls, as necklaces and strands.
pearls of foam as necklaces and strings of beads.
فَاِستَجلِso unveil مِنهاfrom her ماthat which إِذاwhen اِفتُرِعَتshe is deflowered غَداbecomes
فَاِستَجلِ مِنها ما إِذا اِفتُرِعَت غَدا
مِنهاfrom her السُرورُjoy لِبَعلِهاfor her husband مَولوداa newborn child
مِنها السُرورُ لِبَعلِها مَولودا
Then behold her unveiled: when she is deflowered,
So unveil some of her: once she is deflowered, there comes
joy becomes, from her, a newborn to her bridegroom.
from her joy, a newborn child for her husband.
وَاِنعَمand delight بِهاin her فيin ظِلِّthe shade of صِحَّتِكَyour health الَّتيwhich
وَاِنعَم بِها في ظِلِّ صِحَّتِكَ الَّتي
أَضحىhas become عَلَيكَover you رِواقِهاits canopy مَمدوداoutstretched
أَضحى عَلَيكَ رِواقِها مَمدودا
And savor her beneath the shade of your health, whose
And delight in her beneath the shade of your health,
canopy now stretches wide above you.
whose canopy has been spread over you.
Sol 6.1