أدِرِPass around الْمدَامَةَthe wine فَالنَّسِيمfor the breeze يُشَبِّبُsings of love
أدِرِ الْمدَامَةَ فَالنَّسِيم يُشَبِّبُ
وَالروضُand the garden يَسْقِيهِwaters it الغمَامُthe clouds فَيَشْرَبُso it drinks
وَالروضُ يَسْقِيهِ الغمَامُ فَيَشْرَبُ
Pass the wine around, for the breeze sings of love,
Turn the wine-cup around, for the breeze makes it bubble,
and the clouds water the garden, so it drinks.
And the meadow is watered by clouds, so it drinks,
وَالصبحand morning قَدْalready ألْقَىcast off القنَاعَthe veil لِكَيْso that يَرَىit may see
وَالصبح قَدْ ألْقَى القنَاعَ لِكَيْ يَرَى
وَجْهَthe face الدُّجَىnight's darkness بِالْفَجْرِby dawn كَيْفَhow يُنَقَّبُis veiled
وَجْهَ الدُّجَى بِالْفَجْرِ كَيْفَ يُنَقَّبُ
And morning has cast off its veil to see
The dawn has now cast off its veil, that it might see
how the face of night is veiled by dawn.
The face of the gloom at sunrise, how it is unveiled,
وَالْجَوُّand the sky فِضِّيُّsilvery الرِّدَاthe cloak لَكِنَّهُbut it
وَالْجَوُّ فِضِّيُّ الرِّدَا لَكِنَّهُ
بِالْبرقِthrough lightning صَارَcame to be لَهُfor it طِرَازٌan embroidered border مُذْهَبُgilded
بِالْبرقِ صَارَ لَهُ طِرَازٌ مُذْهَبُ
And the sky is silver-cloaked, yet it
The air is silvery white, but it is embroidered
has gained a gilded border through lightning.
By lightning with a gilt trim.
وَالدوحُand the great trees قَدْalready نُظِمَتْhave been strung زُهُورُthe blossoms غُصُونهits branches
وَالدوحُ قَدْ نُظِمَتْ زُهُورُ غُصُونه
وَمِنَand among العَجَائِبِthe wonders نظمُstringing مَالاَwhat is not يُثْقَبُpierced
وَمِنَ العَجَائِبِ نظمُ مَالاَ يُثْقَبُ
And the great trees' branch-blossoms have been strung;
The branches are strung with flowers,
and among wonders is stringing what has not been pierced.
And the stringing of what cannot be pierced is a wonder.
وَالْوَرْدُand the rose فِيon خَدَّيْهِits two cheeks منfrom شمسِthe sun الضُّحَىthe forenoon
وَالْوَرْدُ فِي خَدَّيْهِ من شمسِ الضُّحَى
خَجَلٌa blush وثغرُand the mouth الأُقْحُوَانَةthe daisy أشْنَبُbright, white-toothed
خَجَلٌ وثغرُ الأُقْحُوَانَة أشْنَبُ
And the rose bears on its cheeks, from the forenoon sun,
The rose - from the sun of daybreak upon its cheek
a blush; and the daisy's mouth has gleaming white teeth.
Is a blush, while the mouth of the narcissus is sullen,
وَالْغُصْنُand the branch تَثْنِيهِbends it الصَّبَاthe east wind فَكَأنَّهُso it is as though it were
وَالْغُصْنُ تَثْنِيهِ الصَّبَا فَكَأنَّهُ
صَبٌّa lovesick lover بِهِwith him أيَدِيthe hands الصَّبَابَةِof passion تَلْعَبُplay
صَبٌّ بِهِ أيَدِي الصَّبَابَةِ تَلْعَبُ
And the east wind bends the branch, as though it were
The branch - the morning breeze bends it, so it's as if
a lovesick lover whom the hands of passion toy with.
It's a youth with hands of morning zephyrs playing on it.
وَالدِّيكُand the cock حَيْعَلَuttered 'Come to prayer!' بِالصَّبَاحِat dawn مُؤَذِّنًاas a caller to prayer
وَالدِّيكُ حَيْعَلَ بِالصَّبَاحِ مُؤَذِّنًا
وَالطَّيْرُand the birds فِيon فَنَنِa branch الأرَائِكِthe arak trees يَخْطُبُpreach
وَالطَّيْرُ فِي فَنَنِ الأرَائِكِ يَخْطُبُ
And the cock has cried 'Come!' at dawn, calling to prayer,
The cock crows at dawn, a muezzin,
and the birds preach on a branch of the arak trees.
While the birds in the trellises' varieties court.
فَاسْتَجْلِso behold كَأسَthe cup الراحthe wine فِيin حَانَاتهَاits taverns
فَاسْتَجْلِ كَأسَ الراح فِي حَانَاتهَا
فِيamong فِتْيَةٍyoung men طَابُواwere delightful فَطَابَso became delightful الْمَشْرَبُthe drinking
فِي فِتْيَةٍ طَابُوا فَطَابَ الْمَشْرَبُ
So behold the wine-cup in its taverns,
Drink the cup of respite in its taverns
among delightful youths, so the drinking is delightful.
Where the young men are pure, so the wine is pure.
فَالحَانُfor the tavern روضٌa garden وَالسُّقَاةُand the cupbearers أزَاهرٌblossoms
فَالحَانُ روضٌ وَالسُّقَاةُ أزَاهرٌ
وَالراحُand the wine شَمْسٌa sun وَالزُّجَاجَةُand the glass vessel كَوْكَبُa star
وَالراحُ شَمْسٌ وَالزُّجَاجَةُ كَوْكَبُ
For the tavern is a garden, and the cupbearers blossoms;
The tavern is a meadow, the cupbearers are blossoms,
and the wine is a sun, and the glass a star.
The wine is a sun, the bottle a planet,
فِيin الثغرِthe mouth يَغْرُبُsets حَرْفُهَاits rim لَكِنَّهَاbut it
فِي الثغرِ يَغْرُبُ حَرْفُهَا لَكِنَّهَا
بِسَمَاin the sky الخُدُودthe cheeks شُعَاعُهَاits radiance لاَnot يَغْرُبُsets
بِسَمَا الخُدُود شُعَاعُهَا لاَ يَغْرُبُ
In the mouth its rim sets, yet
In the mouth it sets, but through the cheeks'
in the sky of cheeks its radiance never sets.
Radiance it does not set.
صفرَاءyellow فِيin الْكَاسَاتِthe cups إلاَّexcept أنَّهَاthat it is
صفرَاء فِي الْكَاسَاتِ إلاَّ أنَّهَا
حمرَاءred فِيin الوَجَنَاتِthe cheeks نَارٌa fire تُلْهَبُis kindled
حمرَاء فِي الوَجَنَاتِ نَارٌ تُلْهَبُ
Yellow in the cups, yet it is
Pale yellow in the cups, but in the cheeks
red in the cheeks—a fire set ablaze.
A red fire flames.
صفرَاءyellow حَارَبَتِhas battled الصُّرُوفَfortune's reversals أمَاdo you not تَرَىsee
صفرَاء حَارَبَتِ الصُّرُوفَ أمَا تَرَى
كَاسَاتِهَاits cups بِدَمِwith the blood الهُمُومِof cares تُخَضَّبُare dyed
كَاسَاتِهَا بِدَمِ الهُمُومِ تُخَضَّبُ
Yellow, it has battled fortune's reversals—do you not see
Pale yellow, it battled misfortunes. Don't you see
its cups stained with the blood of cares?
Its cups dyed with the blood of sorrows?
عَجَبًاhow wondrous! لَهَاat it كَالنَّارِlike fire إلاّexcept أنَّهَاthat it
عَجَبًا لَهَا كَالنَّارِ إلاّ أنَّهَا
لاَnot تَنْطَفِيis quenched بِالْمَاءِby water بَلْbut rather تَتَلَهَّبُblazes up
لاَ تَنْطَفِي بِالْمَاءِ بَلْ تَتَلَهَّبُ
How wondrous it is—like fire, except that it
Strange, like fire, except that it
is not quenched by water, but flares up.
Is not extinguished with water but flares.
مِنْfrom كَفْpalm مَعْسُولِhoney-sweet المَرَاشِفِthe lips رِيقُهُhis saliva
مِنْ كَفْ مَعْسُولِ المَرَاشِفِ رِيقُهُ
أشْهَىmore delectable إلَيَّto me مِنَthan الْمُدَامِthe wine وَأعْذَبُand sweeter
أشْهَى إلَيَّ مِنَ الْمُدَامِ وَأعْذَبُ
From the palm of one with honeyed lips, whose saliva
From the palm of the smooth-cheeked cupbearer, his spittle
is more delectable to me than wine, and sweeter—
Is sweeter to me than wine and more delicious,
قمرٍa moon يُرِيكَshows you بِخَدّهِin his cheek وَعِذَارِهِand his cheek-down
قمرٍ يُرِيكَ بِخَدّهِ وَعِذَارِهِ
صبحًاa dawn تَبَلَّجَshone brightly إذْwhen عَلاَهُoverspread it الغَيْهَبُthe deep darkness
صبحًا تَبَلَّجَ إذْ عَلاَهُ الغَيْهَبُ
a moon who shows you, in his cheek and cheek-down,
A moon that shows you through his cheek and coquetry
a dawn that shone bright when deep darkness overspread it.
A dawn that shone when darkness enveloped it.
أفْدِيهِI would ransom him مِنْas a قمرٍmoon بِقَلْبِيin my heart نَازلٌdwelling
أفْدِيهِ مِنْ قمرٍ بِقَلْبِي نَازلٌ
لَكِنَّهُbut he عَنْfrom نَاظِرِيmy eye يَتَحَجَّبُveils himself
لَكِنَّهُ عَنْ نَاظِرِي يَتَحَجَّبُ
I would ransom him—a moon dwelling in my heart—
I ransom him with my heart from a moon, but he
yet he veils himself from my gaze.
From my eyes is veiled.
لِلْقَانِto Laqan يُنْسَبُis ascribed خَدُّهُhis cheek فَلأجْلِso because of ذَاthis
لِلْقَانِ يُنْسَبُ خَدُّهُ فَلأجْلِ ذَا
تُفَّاحُهُits apples بِدَمِwith the blood الْقُلُوبِof hearts مُخَضَّبُdyed
تُفَّاحُهُ بِدَمِ الْقُلُوبِ مُخَضَّبُ
His cheek is ascribed to Laqan; for that reason
His cheek is attributed to the Pleiades, so for that
its apples are dyed with the blood of hearts.
His apple is dyed with the blood of hearts.
وَلِلَحْظِهِand to his glance بِيضُbright white الظُّبَيthe sword-edges انْتَسَبَتْclaimed descent كَمَاjust as
وَلِلَحْظِهِ بِيضُ الظُّبَي انْتَسَبَتْ كَمَا
لِقَوَامِهِto his stature سُمْرُbrown الْعَوَالِيthe tall spears تُنْسَبُare ascribed
لِقَوَامِهِ سُمْرُ الْعَوَالِي تُنْسَبُ
And the gleaming sword-edges claim descent from his glance, just as
And for his glance, the eggs of ostriches are attributed,
the brown, tall spears are ascribed to his stature.
As for his figure, the duskiness of antelopes.
Sol 6.1