لِلْقُضْبِ بِالزَّهْرِ أَجْيَابٌ وَأَجْيَادُ
تَدْنُو إِلَيْكَ وتَنْأَى حِينَ تَنْآدُ
The flowering boughs have bosoms and necks;
They draw near you and withdraw as they sway.
وَلِلْحَبَابِ على سُقْمَى جَدَاوِلِهَا
لسَّيْفِ والعِقْدِ نَضَّاءٌ وَنَضَّادُ
And the bubbles upon their frail streams
Unsheathe a sword and string a necklace.
وَلِلنَّسِمِ عَلى الأَفَاقِ زَمْزَمَةٌ
وَلِلحَمَائِمِ بِالأَعْوَادِ أَعْوَادُ
And the breezes murmur across the horizons,
And the doves have lutes among the boughs.
فَهَاتِ كأْسَكَ أَوْ لُطْفاً يَقُومُ لَنَا
مَقَامَ كَأْسِكَ يَبْقَى حِينَ تَنْقَادُ
So bring your cup, or a kindness that for us
Takes your cup's place and lasts when you yield.
فَمَا المُدَامَةُ أَحْلى مِنْ حَدِيثِكَ إِذْ
يَجْلوُهُ لِلسَّمْعِ إِنْشِاءٌ وَإِنْشَادُ
For wine is no sweeter than your speech, when
Composition and recitation make it shine for the ear.
أَوْ خُذْ حَدِيثَ غَرَامِي فَاتْخِذْ سَمَراً
فَفِيهِ لِلسَّمْعِ إِسْعَافٌ وَإِسْعَادُ
Or take the tale of my passion and make it your evening talk;
For it brings the ear relief and delight.
بِي شَادِنٌ لِغَرَامِي شَائِداً أَبَداً
وَلِلتَّصَبُّرِ نَفَّاءٌ وَنَفَّادُ
I am smitten with a young gazelle who forever builds my passion,
And banishes and exhausts my efforts at patience.
كَمْ فِي غَرَامِي بِهِ وَاشٍ وَوَاشِيَةٌ
وَكَمْ مَعْ الدَّهْرِ حَسَّابٌ وَحَسَّادُ
How many tale-bearers, men and women, in my love for him!
And how many reckoners and enviers alongside Time!
وكَمْ عَليَّ إِذَا مَا غِبْتُ عَنْهُ وَكَمْ
فِي حِينَ أَحْضِرُ نَقَّالٌ وَنَقَّادُ
And how many against me when I am absent from him, and how many,
When I am present—tale-carriers and critics!
Sol 6.1