وَظَبيٌand a gazelle مَنwhoever شَرىbought مِنهُfrom him وِصالاًunion
وَظَبيٌ مَن شَرى مِنهُ وِصالاً
بِنَقدِwith the cash of خُضوعِهِhis submission أَمِنَwas safe from الخَسارَهloss
بِنَقدِ خُضوعِهِ أَمِنَ الخَسارَه
And a gazelle—whoever bought union with him
He who bought loyalty from him with the price of his submission, secured himself from loss
With the coin of his submission was safe from loss.
As if his cheek above contains, a violet embracing its buds
كَأَنَّas though الصُدغَthe temple-lock فَوقَabove الخَدِّthe cheek مِنهُof him
كَأَنَّ الصُدغَ فَوقَ الخَدِّ مِنهُ
بَنَفسَجَةٌa violet تَعانَقَembracing جُلَّنارَهa pomegranate blossom
بَنَفسَجَةٌ تَعانَقَ جُلَّنارَه
As though the temple-lock above his cheek
He gave me a cup that was mixed, so its effects were like dew in spring
Were a violet embracing a pomegranate blossom.
Thus life became sweet in my enjoyment, as if I never tasted its bitterness
سَقانيhe gave me to drink جامَةًa wine-cup مُزِجَتwas mixed فَكانَتand were
سَقاني جامَةً مُزِجَت فَكانَت
فَواقِعُهاits bubbles كَطَلٍّlike dew فيin بِهارَهa yellow oxeye blossom
فَواقِعُها كَطَلٍّ في بِهارَه
He gave me a cup of blended wine, and
Its bubbles were like dew in a yellow oxeye blossom.
فَصارَand became العَيشُlife حُلواًsweet فيin لَهاتيmy uvula
فَصارَ العَيشُ حُلواً في لَهاتي
كَأَنّيas though I لَمdid not أَذُقtaste مِنهُof it مَرارَهbitterness
كَأَنّي لَم أَذُق مِنهُ مَرارَه
And life grew sweet upon my palate,
As though I had never tasted its bitterness.
Partial English translation: 4 of 8 Arabic lines translated.
Sol 6.1