أَخيmy brother راحُناour wine ماnot بَينَbetween دُرِّpearls حَبابِهاits bubbles
أَخي راحُنا ما بَينَ دُرِّ حَبابِها
وَبَينَand between ثَناياfront teeth مَنthe one who يَطوفُgoes round بِهاwith it فَرقُa difference
وَبَينَ ثَنايا مَن يَطوفُ بِها فَرقُ
My brother, our wine—between the pearls of its bubbles
My brother, we roamed between the pearls of its affection,
And the front teeth of the one who passes it round, there is no difference.
And between the folds of the one who wanders around it, we were separated.
فَسِرso travel نَحوَناtoward us ماas long as دامَremains بازَهرُbezoar stone جَوِّناour sky
فَسِر نَحوَنا ما دامَ بازَهرُ جَوِّنا
يُفَضِّضُهُsilvers it غَيمٌclouds وَيُذهِبُهُand gilds it بَرقُlightning
يُفَضِّضُهُ غَيمٌ وَيُذهِبُهُ بَرقُ
So come toward us while the bezoar of our sky
So travel towards us as long as the blossoms of our souls
Is silvered by clouds and gilded by lightning.
Are opened by a cloud and taken away by lightning.
فَقَدfor indeed أَبرَكَmade kneel الغَربُthe west الدُجىdarkness فيin مُناخِهِits encampment
فَقَد أَبرَكَ الغَربُ الدُجى في مُناخِهِ
وَخَلّىand released زِمامَthe rein الصُبحِdawn مِنfrom يَدِهِits hand الشَرقُthe east
وَخَلّى زِمامَ الصُبحِ مِن يَدِهِ الشَرقُ
For the west has made darkness kneel in its encampment,
The West has blessed the darkness in its climate,
And the east has released dawn's rein from its hand.
And the East has released the reins of dawn from its hand.
وَلاand do not تَأَتِناcome to us إِلّاexcept عَلىon ظَهرِthe back of عَزمَةٍa firm resolve
وَلا تَأَتِنا إِلّا عَلى ظَهرِ عَزمَةٍ
إِذاwhen رَكَضَتit gallops فيin اللَهوِpleasure كانَwas لَهاto it السَبقُthe lead
إِذا رَكَضَت في اللَهوِ كانَ لَها السَبقُ
And come to us only astride a firm resolve
And do not come to us except with a resolute determination,
That, when it gallops in pleasure, takes the lead.
When it galloped in amusement, it had the lead.
فَأَحسَنُfor the fairest ماwhat كانَwas الزَمانَtime إِذاwhen غَداdawns
فَأَحسَنُ ما كانَ الزَمانَ إِذا غَدا
وَأَيّامُهُand its days غُرٌّwhite-blazed وَساعاتُهُand its hours بُلقُpiebald
وَأَيّامُهُ غُرٌّ وَساعاتُهُ بُلقُ
For time is at its fairest when it dawns
The best time was when tomorrow began its journey
With white-blazed days and piebald hours.
And its days are nectar and its hours aredrops of rain.
Sol 6.1