خذهاtake it أَلذّmore delightful منthan التجمِيشamorous caressing والقُبَلِand kisses
خذها أَلذّ من التجمِيش والقُبَلِ
ودَعْand leave aside ملالَكyour boredom إِنindeed الدهرَtime ذوpossessing مَلَلِtedium
ودَعْ ملالَك إِن الدهرَ ذو مَلَلِ
Take it—more delightful than caresses and kisses.
Take it, sweeter than murmuring and kisses
And leave your boredom behind, for time is full of tedium.
And leave your blames, time itself finds fault
ولاand do not تُطِعْheed فيin الصَّباyouthful passion لَوْماًblame ولاnor عَذَلاًreproach
ولا تُطِعْ في الصَّبا لَوْماً ولا عَذَلاً
لاnot باركَbless اللهGod فيupon العُذّالِthe reproachers والعَذَلِand reproach
لا باركَ الله في العُذّالِ والعَذَلِ
Nor heed blame or reproach in youthful passion.
And do not obey in youth blame or rebuke
May God bless neither the reproachers nor reproach.
May God not bless the blamer and the rebuked
وغُدوةٍand a morning حَطّset down فِيهاin it اللهوُmerriment أرْحُلَهُits saddles
وغُدوةٍ حَطّ فِيها اللهوُ أرْحُلَهُ
بِناwith us علىamid الراحِwine والريحانِand sweet basil والغَزلand love-talk
بِنا على الراحِ والريحانِ والغَزل
And one morning merriment set down its saddles
And a morning where play has packed its bags
Among us, amid wine, sweet basil, and love-talk.
With us, at ease, and lavender and flirtation
والنايُand the flute يشْكُوlaments إلىto المثنَىthe lute’s second string صبابَتَهits ardent longing
والنايُ يشْكُو إلى المثنَى صبابَتَه
شكْوَىthe complaint of المحبّthe lover إلىto المحبوبِthe beloved فيin مَهلِunhurriedness
شكْوَى المحبّ إلى المحبوبِ في مَهلِ
And the flute laments its yearning to the lute’s second string,
The flute complains to the pair of its fervor
Like a lover’s unhurried complaint to the beloved.
A lover's complaint to the beloved at leisure
كأنas though ضجّةthe din of صوتِthe voice of الطبلِthe drum بينهماbetween the two of them
كأن ضجّة صوتِ الطبلِ بينهما
ضجِيجُthe clamor of عِزّthe glory of أبِيAbu (father of) المنصورِal-Mansur (the victorious) فيamong الدولِthe dynasties
ضجِيجُ عِزّ أبِي المنصورِ في الدولِ
As though the din of the drum’s voice between them
As if the beating sound of drums between them
Were the clamor of Abu al-Mansur’s glory among the dynasties.
Is the clamor of my father al-Mansour’s glory in power
Sol 6.1