Sol 6.1

  1. أُدْنُ مِنَ الدَّنِّ بي فِداكَ أَبي

    واشْرَبْ وهَاتِ الكَبيرَ وانْتَحِبِ

    Bring me near the wine jar—may my father be your ransom.

    And drink, bring the large cup, and sob.

  2. أَما تَرى المٍطَّلَِّ كَيْفَ يَلْمَعُ في

    عُيونِ نُورِ تَدْعو إِلى الطَّرَبِ

    Do you not see the dew, how it glitters in

    the eyes of blossoms that beckon to delight?

  3. في كُلِّ عَيْنٍ لِلطَّلِّ لُؤْلُؤْةٌ

    كَدَمْعَة في جُفونِ مُنْتَحِبِ

    In every eye the dew has a pearl,

    like a tear on the eyelids of one who sobs.

  4. والصُّبْحُ قَدْ جُرِّدَتْ صَوارِمَهُ

    واللَّيْلُ قَدْ هَمَّ مِنْهُ بِالهَرَبِ

    And dawn's sharp swords have been unsheathed,

    and night has resolved to flee from it.

  5. والجَوُّ في حُلَّةٍ مُمَسَّكَة

    قَدْ كَتَبَتْها البُروقُ بِالذَّهَبِ

    And the sky wears a musk-scented robe

    that lightning flashes have inscribed in gold.

  6. فَهاتِها كَالعَروسِ مُحْمَرَّةَ ال

    خَدَّيْنِ في مِعْجَرٍ مِنَ الحَبَبِ

    Then bring her like a bride, flushed in the

    cheeks, in a head-veil of bubbles—

  7. كادَتْ تَكونُ الهَواءَ في أَرْجِ ال

    عَنْبَرِ لَوْ لَمْ تَكُنْ مِنَ العِنَبِ

    she would almost be air bearing the fragrance of

    ambergris, were she not made from grapes—

  8. مِنْ كَفٍّ راضٍ عَنْ الصُّدودِ وَقَدْ

    غَضِبَتْ في حُبِّهِ عَلى الغَضَبِ

    from the hand of one content with rejection; and she has

    grown angry, in her love for him, at anger itself.

  9. فَلَوْ تَرى الكَأْسَ حينَ يَمْزِجُها

    رَأَيْتَ شَيْئاً مِن أَعْجَبِ العَجَبِ

    Then, if you could see the cup when he mixes it,

    you would see one of the most wondrous marvels:

  10. نارٌ حَواها الزُّجاجُ يُلْهِبُها ال

    ماءُ ودُرٌّ يَدورُ في لَهَبِ

    fire enclosed in glass, kindled by the

    water, and pearls circling in flame.