لَستَyou are not مِنthan عاشِقٍa lover أَضَلَّmore astray سَبيلاًin one's path
لَستَ مِن عاشِقٍ أَضَلَّ سَبيلاً
فَسَقىand so watered دَمعُهُhis tears الهُطولَpouring طَلولاruined camps
فَسَقى دَمعُهُ الهُطولَ طَلولا
You are no more astray along the way than a lover,
Whose pouring tears thus watered ruined camps.
بَرَدَgrew cold اللَيلُthe night حينَwhen هَبَّتit blew شَمالاًas a north wind
بَرَدَ اللَيلُ حينَ هَبَّت شَمالاً
فَجَعَلتُso I made الصِلاءَwarmth from a fire فيهاin it الشُمولاwine
فَجَعَلتُ الصِلاءَ فيها الشُمولا
The night grew cold when a north wind blew,
So in that wind I made wine my warming fire,
فيin هِلالٍa crescent كَأَنَّهُas though it were حَيَّةُa snake الرَملِof the sand
في هِلالٍ كَأَنَّهُ حَيَّةُ الرَملِ
أَصابَتfound عَلىon اليَفاعِthe high ground مَقيلاa noonday resting place
أَصابَت عَلى اليَفاعِ مَقيلا
In a crescent, as though it were a sand-snake
That had found a noonday resting place on high ground.
باتَspent the night فيon مِعصَمِthe wrist الظَلامِof darkness سِواراًa bracelet
باتَ في مِعصَمِ الظَلامِ سِواراً
وَعَلىand upon مَفرِقِthe crown of the head الدُجىof deep night إِكليلاa diadem
وَعَلى مَفرِقِ الدُجى إِكليلا
It spent the night a bracelet on darkness's wrist,
And a diadem upon the crown of deep night's head.
Translation model: Sol 6.1