فيin الأَرضِthe earth فَيروزَجٌturquoise مُحَلّىadorned
في الأَرضِ فَيروزَجٌ مُحَلّى
مِنfrom أَغصُنٍboughs بِالبَهارِwith yellow blossoms تُجلىmade radiant
مِن أَغصُنٍ بِالبَهارِ تُجلى
On earth lies turquoise, adorned,
On the earth a turquoise meadow
Formed of boughs made radiant with yellow blossoms.
Adorned with branches of springtime’s bounty
فَقُمso rise بِنانَفتَرِعwith us; let us deflower عَجوزاًan old woman (aged wine)
فَقُم بِنانَفتَرِع عَجوزاً
تَترُكُshe makes شَيخَthe old man السُرورِof joy طِفلاa child
تَترُكُ شَيخَ السُرورِ طِفلا
So rise with us; let us deflower an old woman—
Go gently, old man
She turns the old man of joy into a child.
Leave the lord of joy as a child
فَوَقتُناfor our time بِالصَبوحِwith morning wine عِنديin my view
فَوَقتُنا بِالصَبوحِ عِندي
مِنthan اِنتِظارِwaiting for الغَبوقِthe evening draught أَولىpreferable
مِن اِنتِظارِ الغَبوقِ أَولى
For spending our time with morning wine, to my mind,
For me, our time at dawn
Is better than waiting for the evening draught.
Waiting for the mist is best
Sol 6.1