قَدindeed آنَhas become due مِنِّيَfrom me تِرحالٌdeparture وَلَمand not yet أَفِقِI sober up
قَد آنَ مِنِّيَ تِرحالٌ وَلَم أَفِقِ
وَالسِكرُand drunkenness يَفضَحُbrings disgrace فيamong الرُكبانِthe riders وَالرُفَقِand the companions
وَالسِكرُ يَفضَحُ في الرُكبانِ وَالرُفَقِ
The time has come for my departure, yet I have not sobered up.
The time has come for me to depart though I have not yet awakened
And drunkenness brings disgrace among riders and companions.
And inebriation reveals itself among the caravans and friends
قُلsay ماتَشاءُwhatever you wish وَلاand do not let تُرهِبكَfrighten you عاذِلَةٌa reproaching woman
قُل ماتَشاءُ وَلا تُرهِبكَ عاذِلَةٌ
إِنَّindeed النِفاقَhypocrisy لَمَردودٌsurely traced back إِلىto النَفَقِthe tunnel
إِنَّ النِفاقَ لَمَردودٌ إِلى النَفَقِ
Say whatever you wish, and let no reproaching woman frighten you.
Say what you wish and pay no heed to the blamer
Indeed, hypocrisy is surely traced back to the tunnel.
For hypocrisy will surely return to the hypocrite
أَخبَرَتنيshe told me بِأَحاديثٍwith tales مُناقَضَةٍcontradictory
أَخبَرَتني بِأَحاديثٍ مُناقَضَةٍ
فَرابَنيso it made me suspicious مِنكَfrom you قَولٌa statement غَيرُnot مُتَّفَقِconsistent
فَرابَني مِنكَ قَولٌ غَيرُ مُتَّفَقِ
She told me contradictory tales,
You told me contradictory tales
So an inconsistent statement from you aroused my suspicion.
So your words seemed inconsistent to me
ماnot خَضبُdyeing رَأسٍa head كَخَضبٍlike dyeing فيon بَنانِthe fingertips of يَدٍa hand
ما خَضبُ رَأسٍ كَخَضبٍ في بَنانِ يَدٍ
وَحُمرَةُand the redness الفَجرِof dawn لَيسَتis not حُمرَةَthe redness الشَفَقِof twilight
وَحُمرَةُ الفَجرِ لَيسَت حُمرَةَ الشَفَقِ
Dye on a head is not like dye on a hand’s fingertips,
The dying of hair is not like the dying of hands with henna
And the redness of dawn is not the redness of twilight.
And the redness of dawn is not the redness of sunset
تَمضيcarries off الحَوادِثُthe vicissitudes بِالحَوراءِwith the bright-eyed beauty رائِعَةًdazzling
تَمضي الحَوادِثُ بِالحَوراءِ رائِعَةً
بَينَamong الحَمائِلِthe sword-belts وَالجَوزَاءُand Orion فيon الأُفُقِthe horizon
بَينَ الحَمائِلِ وَالجَوزَاءُ في الأُفُقِ
Fate carries off the dazzling, bright-eyed beauty
Events proceed with the beautiful maid
Among the sword-belts, while Orion is on the horizon.
Between the carriers and Virgo on the horizon