بُستانُgarden جَعفَرَJaʿfar مِثلُهُlike him
بُستانُ جَعفَرَ مِثلُهُ
فيin ظَرفِهِhis elegance وَشَمائِلِهand his character traits
في ظَرفِهِ وَشَمائِلِه
Jaʿfar’s garden is like him
Ja'far's garden resembles him
In elegance and character.
In its grace and traits
وَالبِركَةُand the pool الفَيحاءُspacious تَخblushes (word begins)
وَالبِركَةُ الفَيحاءُ تَخ
جَلُblushes (word ends) مِنfrom نَداهُhis bounty وَنائِلِهand his gifts
جَلُ مِن نَداهُ وَنائِلِه
And the spacious pool blushes
And blessings abound
At his bounty and his gifts.
Flowing from its pools and streams
فيهِin it الأَنابيبُthe pipes الَّتيthat
فيهِ الأَنابيبُ الَّتي
تَنهَلُّpour forth مِثلَlike أَنامِلِهhis fingertips
تَنهَلُّ مِثلَ أَنامِلِه
Within it are the pipes that
In it are channels
Pour forth like his fingertips.
That flow like its fountains
ياoh حَبَّذاhow delightful وَلَعُfondness النَسيthe breeze (word begins)
يا حَبَّذا وَلَعُ النَسي
مِthe breeze (word ends) بِبانِهِfor its ben trees وَخَمائِلِهand its thickets
مِ بِبانِهِ وَخَمائِلِه
Oh, how delightful the breeze’s love
Oh, the delight of forgetfulness
For its ben trees and thickets,
In its groves and arbors
وَتَرَنُّمُand the singing الدولابِthe waterwheel فيin
وَتَرَنُّمُ الدولابِ في
غَدَواتِهِits mornings وَأَصائِلِهand its late afternoons
غَدَواتِهِ وَأَصائِلِه
And the waterwheel’s singing in
And the murmur of its wheel
Its mornings and late afternoons.
In its rounds and rotations
وَالماءُand the water كَالحَيّاتِlike snakes بَيbetween (word begins)
وَالماءُ كَالحَيّاتِ بَي
نَbetween (word ends) مُرورِهِits flowing وَجَداوِلِهand its channels
نَ مُرورِهِ وَجَداوِلِه
And the water is like snakes in
And the water like serpents
Its flow and its channels.
Between its passage and its runnels
وَالغَيمُand the clouds قَدindeed صَدَقَتhave come true كَواfalse promises (word begins)
وَالغَيمُ قَد صَدَقَت كَوا
ذِبُfalse promises (word ends) بَرقِهِits lightning وَمَخائِلِهand its signs of rain
ذِبُ بَرقِهِ وَمَخائِلِه
And the clouds have fulfilled the false promises
And the cloud has truly
Of their lightning and their signs of rain.
Lied with its lightning and crevices
وَالرَوضُand the garden قَدindeed جاءَتكَhave come to you أَنbreaths (word begins)
وَالرَوضُ قَد جاءَتكَ أَن
فاسُbreaths (word ends) الصَباthe east wind بِرَسائِلِهwith its messages
فاسُ الصَبا بِرَسائِلِه
And the garden—there have come to you the breaths
And the garden has come to you
Of the east wind, bearing its messages.
Messages of morning with its missives
وَالغُصنُand the branch كَالنَشوانِlike a drunken man يَعstumbles (word begins)
وَالغُصنُ كَالنَشوانِ يَع
ثُرُstumbles (word ends) فيin فُضولِthe trailing lengths of غَلائِلِهits thin robes
ثُرُ في فُضولِ غَلائِلِه
And the branch, like a drunken man, stumbles
And the branch rustles
In the trailing folds of its thin robes.
Among the abundance of its tendrils
وَالكَأسُand the cup قَدindeed أَعداهُhas infected it سُكintoxication (word begins)
وَالكَأسُ قَد أَعداهُ سُك
رٌintoxication (word ends) مِنfrom لَواحِظِthe glances of حامِلِهits bearer
رٌ مِن لَواحِظِ حامِلِه
And the cup has caught intoxication
And the cup was prepared
From the glances of its bearer.
By drunkenness from the hands of its bearer
وَلَرُبَّand indeed many a يَومٍday قَدindeed وَهَبتُI have given
وَلَرُبَّ يَومٍ قَد وَهَبتُ
الحَقَّtruth فيهِin it لِباطِلِهto its falsehood
الحَقَّ فيهِ لِباطِلِه
And many a day have I given
And many a day I wronged
Truth, on that day, to its falsehood.
The truth for its falsehood
وَشَرَيتُand I bought عاجِلَthe present portion of ماwhat اِحتَضَI had at hand (word begins)
وَشَرَيتُ عاجِلَ ما اِحتَضَ
رتُI had at hand (word ends) مِنَof السُرورِjoy بِآجِلِهwith its future portion
رتُ مِنَ السُرورِ بِآجِلِه
And I bought the present joy I had at hand
And bought promptly
With its future share.
What I had prepared for joy in its future
فَتَشابَهَتso became alike حُسناًin beauty أَواthe endings (word begins)
فَتَشابَهَت حُسناً أَوا
خِرُthe endings (word ends) يَومِناour day بِأَوائِلِهwith its beginnings
خِرُ يَومِنا بِأَوائِلِه
So alike in beauty were the closing hours
So the ends of our days
Of our day and its first hours.
Resembled their beginnings in beauty
Sol 6.1