وَمَدامَةٍand wine يَبدوappears إِلَيكَto you جَنينُهاits unborn child
وَمَدامَةٍ يَبدو إِلَيكَ جَنينُها
وَعَلَيهِand upon it تاجٌa crown لَمnot يَصُغهُfashion it صائِغُa goldsmith
وَعَلَيهِ تاجٌ لَم يَصُغهُ صائِغُ
And a wine whose unborn child appears to you,
A glass that seems full to you, though its inside
And upon it is a crown no goldsmith has fashioned.
Bears a crown no craftsman has ever forged.
راحٌwine لَهاit has مِنfrom ريحِهاits fragrance الشَرَكُthe snare الَّذيwhich
راحٌ لَها مِن ريحِها الشَرَكُ الَّذي
لَولاهُwere it not for it لَمnot يُصَدِbe caught السُرورُjoy الرائِغُelusive
لَولاهُ لَم يُصَدِ السُرورُ الرائِغُ
Wine, whose fragrance holds the snare
It has a respite from its own scent which,
Without which elusive joy would not be caught.
Were it not for that, joy would not be contained.
تَخفىis hidden لِفَرطِbecause of the excess of صَفائِهاits clarity فَكَأَنَّماso it is as though
تَخفى لِفَرطِ صَفائِها فَكَأَنَّما
إِبريقُهاits pitcher المَلآنُfull مِنهاof it فارِغُempty
إِبريقُها المَلآنُ مِنها فارِغُ
Its sheer clarity hides it, as though
It hides, for its great clarity, as though
Its pitcher, full of it, were empty.
Its overflowing goblet were empty.
Sol 6.1