ياO أَخاًbrother لاnot يُمِرُّmakes bitter حُلوَthe sweetness of الإِخاءِbrotherhood
يا أَخاً لا يُمِرُّ حُلوَ الإِخاءِ
بِهِجاءٍwith invective مِنهُfrom him وَلاand not إِقصاءِrejection
بِهِجاءٍ مِنهُ وَلا إِقصاءِ
O brother who does not embitter the sweetness of brotherhood
O brother, let not the sweetness of brotherhood
With invective of his own or with rejection,
Pass with neither joy nor estrangement from you.
وَالَّذيand who راحَenters evening ذاpossessing سَناًradiance وَثَناءِand praise
وَالَّذي راحَ ذا سَناً وَثَناءِ
وَغَداand enters morning ذاpossessing فُتُوَّةٍchivalry وَفَتاءِand youth
وَغَدا ذا فُتُوَّةٍ وَفَتاءِ
And you who enter evening with radiance and praise,
By the one who lived gloriously only to decay,
And greet morning with chivalry and youth,
And awoke vigorous and bold,
وَالَّذيand who شادَbuilt مَجدَهُhis glory بِالمَساعيthrough striving
وَالَّذي شادَ مَجدَهُ بِالمَساعي
فيin عِراصِthe arenas of الفَخارِhonor وَالعَلياءِand eminence
في عِراصِ الفَخارِ وَالعَلياءِ
And you who have built your glory through striving
Who built his glory with great deeds
In the arenas of honor and eminence:
Among the nobles and the lofty ones,
بِيَin me فَقرٌa need إِلىfor المُدامِwine وَإِنand although لَمnot
بِيَ فَقرٌ إِلى المُدامِ وَإِن لَم
أَكُI am مِمَّنamong those who يُعَدُّis counted فيamong الفُقَراءِthe poor
أَكُ مِمَّن يُعَدُّ في الفُقَراءِ
I have need of wine, though
I am needful of wine though I am not
I am not among those counted as poor.
Counted among the impoverished,
فَصُنِso preserve اليَومَtoday وَجهَthe face of قَصديmy appeal وَإِلّاand otherwise
فَصُنِ اليَومَ وَجهَ قَصدي وَإِلّا
لَمnot أَصُنI preserve عَنfrom سِواكَanyone other than you وَجهُthe face of ثَنائيmy praise
لَم أَصُن عَن سِواكَ وَجهُ ثَنائي
So preserve the dignity of my appeal today—otherwise
Guard for me today the object of my quest, or else
I shall not reserve my praise for you alone—
I will not guard from others my words of praise.
بِسَلافٍwith choice wine إِذاwhen ذَوىwithered رَوضُthe garden of عَيشٍlife
بِسَلافٍ إِذا ذَوى رَوضُ عَيشٍ
أَنبَتَتit made sprout فيهِwithin it زَهرَةَthe blossom of السَرّاءِjoy
أَنبَتَت فيهِ زَهرَةَ السَرّاءِ
With choice wine that, when life's garden withers,
With conviviality, when the garden of life flourishes,
Makes the blossom of joy spring up within it.
The flower of bliss blooms in it.
كُلَّماwhenever صُفِّقَتit was decanted حَكَتit resembled لِلنَدامىto the drinking companions
كُلَّما صُفِّقَت حَكَت لِلنَدامى
ذَهَباًgold تَحتَbeneath فَضَّةٍsilver بَيضاءِwhite
ذَهَباً تَحتَ فَضَّةٍ بَيضاءِ
Whenever decanted, the drinking companions see it as
Whenever she clapped, she would tell the repentant
Gold beneath white silver,
Of gold beneath white silver.
سَيَماespecially وَالسَماءُand the sky تَجلوreveals عَلَيناto us
سَيَما وَالسَماءُ تَجلو عَلَينا
نَفسَهاherself فيin غِلالَةٍa gauzy robe دَكناءِdusky
نَفسَها في غِلالَةٍ دَكناءِ
Especially as the sky reveals to us
Especially as the sky clears upon us
Herself in a dusky, gauzy robe,
Its darkness in shadows,
وَالرُبىand the hills فيin مَعارِقِgarments of النَبتِherbage تَبدوappear
وَالرُبى في مَعارِقِ النَبتِ تَبدو
فيin خَلوقِيَّةٍa saffron-colored garment وَفيand in صَفراءِa yellow one
في خَلوقِيَّةٍ وَفي صَفراءِ
And the hills, in garments of herbage, appear
And the pastures in the meadows appear
In saffron-colored robes and yellow ones.
In the green and the yellow,
فَتَفَضَّلso be generous بِماwith what تَيَسَّرَis available مِنهاof it
فَتَفَضَّل بِما تَيَسَّرَ مِنها
فَوَنُعماكَso, by your bounty ماnot عَداكَwent beyond you رَجائيmy hope
فَوَنُعماكَ ما عَداكَ رَجائي
So be generous with whatever is available of it;
So favor me with what you can spare,
For, by your bounty, my hope has not gone beyond you.
For except for you my hopes are naught.
Sol 6.1