ياO زَائِراًvisitor جَعَلَmade الدُّجُنَّةَthe darkness of night مَرْكِباa mount
يا زَائِراً جَعَلَ الدُّجُنَّةَ مَرْكِبا
أَهْلاًwelcome علىin رُغْمِdefiance of الوُشَاةِthe slanderers ومَرْحَبَاand welcome
أَهْلاً على رُغْمِ الوُشَاةِ ومَرْحَبَا
O visitor who made the darkness of night his mount,
Welcome, despite the slanderers—welcome!
أمِطِremove اللثامَthe face veil وَألْقِand cast off بُرْدَكَyour cloak يَتَّضِحْit will be revealed
أمِطِ اللثامَ وَألْقِ بُرْدَكَ يَتَّضِحْ
وَجْهٌa face وَعِطْفٌand a flank كَالصَّباحِlike the morning وكَالصِّبَاand like youth
وَجْهٌ وَعِطْفٌ كَالصَّباحِ وكَالصِّبَا
Remove the veil and cast off your cloak, revealing
A face like morning and a figure like youth.
وَافْتَرّand part your lips مُبْتسماًsmiling فَدَمعيَfor my tears ضَامنٌa guarantor
وَافْتَرّ مُبْتسماً فَدَمعيَ ضَامنٌ
أَنْthat لاَnot يَكُونَbe بَريقُthe flash of ثَغْرِكَyour teeth خُلَّبَاrainless and deceptive
أَنْ لاَ يَكُونَ بَريقُ ثَغْرِكَ خُلَّبَا
And part your lips in a smile, for my tears guarantee
That the flash of your teeth will not be rainless lightning.
أَفْنَىdestroyed هَواكَlove of you تَمَسُّكيmy attachment بِتَنسُّكِيto my ascetic devotion
أَفْنَى هَواكَ تَمَسُّكي بِتَنسُّكِي
فَخَلعْتُso I cast off فِيكَfor your sake عِذَارَthe bridle of عِلمْيmy learning أَشْيباgray-haired
فَخَلعْتُ فِيكَ عِذَارَ عِلمْي أَشْيبا
Love of you has undone my attachment to ascetic piety;
So for you I cast off my learning’s bridle, though gray-haired.
فَأَدرْso pass round عَليَّto me شَبِيهَsomething resembling ثَغْرِكَyour teeth رِقَّةًin delicacy
فَأَدرْ عَليَّ شَبِيهَ ثَغْرِكَ رِقَّةً
تَهْدِيit offers إليَّto me شَذاًa fragrance كَعَرفِكَlike your scent طَيِّباsweet
تَهْدِي إليَّ شَذاً كَعَرفِكَ طَيِّبا
So pass me what resembles your teeth in delicacy,
Offering me a fragrance as sweet as your own—
صَهْباءtawny wine كَمْhow often نَهَبتْit plundered نُهىًreason وَصِيانةًand self-restraint
صَهْباء كَمْ نَهَبتْ نُهىً وَصِيانةً
مِنّاfrom us وَأَعْطَتْand it gave صَبْوةًinfatuation وتَطرُّباand rapture
مِنّا وَأَعْطَتْ صَبْوةً وتَطرُّبا
Tawny wine—how often it has stolen reason and restraint
From us and given us infatuation and rapture,
فيin حَلْبةٍan arena ماnot جَالَcoursed فيwithin أَرْجائِهاits bounds
في حَلْبةٍ ما جَالَ في أَرْجائِها
طِرْفُthe steed of الحَجَىreason مُتأَنياًmoving cautiously إلّاexcept that كَباit stumbled
طِرْفُ الحَجَى مُتأَنياً إلّا كَبا
In an arena where, whenever it coursed within its bounds,
Reason’s steed, though cautious, stumbled.