لاdo not تَغْتَرِرْbe deceived بنحُولِby the thinness of خَصرٍa waist أهيَفِslender
لا تَغْتَرِرْ بنحُولِ خَصرٍ أهيَفِ
فالموتُfor death فيin حَدِّthe edge of الحُسامِthe sword المُرهَفِfinely honed
فالموتُ في حَدِّ الحُسامِ المُرهَفِ
Do not be deceived by the thinness of a slender waist;
Do not be deceived by a slender waist so weak,
for death lies in the edge of a finely honed sword.
For death lies in the edge of a sharp sword.
وتَوَقَّand beware فتكةَthe deadly strike of ناظِرٍan eye مُتَمرِّضٍfeigning illness
وتَوَقَّ فتكةَ ناظِرٍ مُتَمرِّضٍ
يسطُوattacks سُطَاwith the onslaught of مُتَغشرِمٍa brutal bully مُتَعَجْرِفِarrogant
يسطُو سُطَا مُتَغشرِمٍ مُتَعَجْرِفِ
And beware the deadly strike of an eye that feigns languor,
And beware the glance of an ailing observer,
that attacks with the force of a brutal, arrogant bully.
Who attacks violently like a ferocious, unruly person.
ظَمَئِيmy thirst منfrom الثَّغرِthe lips البَرُودcool فمَنso who رأىhas seen
ظَمَئِي من الثَّغرِ البَرُود فمَن رأى
ظَمآنَone who is thirsty منfrom بَرْدٍcoolness يُعلُّgiven repeated draughts بَقَرقَفِwith wine
ظَمآنَ من بَرْدٍ يُعلُّ بَقَرقَفِ
My thirst comes from cool lips—who has ever seen
My thirst from the cold lips is so extreme, so who has seen
one parched by coolness, given draught after draught of wine?
Thirst from such coldness capped with an icy drink?
منwho ليfor me بوصْلِwith union مُماطلٍone who delays repayment بدُيُونِهِover his debts
من لي بوصْلِ مُماطلٍ بدُيُونِهِ
يَعِدُpromises القَضَاءَrepayment مَعَwith اليسَارِfinancial means فَلاyet does not يَفِيkeep his promise
يَعِدُ القَضَاءَ مَعَ اليسَارِ فَلا يَفِي
Who can secure me union with one who delays repaying his debts,
Who can connect me to one who delays in repaying his debts,
who promises repayment when he has the means, yet never keeps his word?
Promising repayment alongside ease, but does not fulfill?
فيin وَجهِهِhis face ماءُthe water of الملاحَةِbeauty حائرٌlying pooled
في وَجهِهِ ماءُ الملاحَةِ حائرٌ
وبخدِّهِand on his cheek وَردُthe rose of الحَيَاthe rain لمhas not يُقطَفِbeen plucked
وبخدِّهِ وَردُ الحَيَا لم يُقطَفِ
In his face the water of beauty lies pooled,
On his face is the water of saltiness, confused,
and on his cheek the rain-fed rose has not been plucked.
And in his cheek is the rose of life, not yet plucked.
فكأَنَّso it is as though وشْيَthe tracery of عِذارِهِhis sideburns فيon خدِّهِhis cheek
فكأَنَّ وشْيَ عِذارِهِ في خدِّهِ
نَملٌants تسرَّبَcrept فَوقَover وردٍa rose مُضْعَفِdouble-petalled
نَملٌ تسرَّبَ فَوقَ وردٍ مُضْعَفِ
So it is as though the tracery of his sideburns on his cheek
So it seems the mark of his excuse on his cheek
were ants that have crept over a double-petalled rose.
Is like ants creeping above a double rose.
Sol 6.1