قُمْrise ياO غُلامُboy اسْقِنيgive me to drink مُشَعشَعَةًsparkling, diluted wine
قُمْ يا غُلامُ اسْقِني مُشَعشَعَةً
تَسِيرُflows فيin الكأسِthe cup بالتَباشيرِwith the first gleams
تَسِيرُ في الكأسِ بالتَباشيرِ
Rise, boy, give me sparkling, diluted wine to drink,
Arise, O youth, and pour me sparkling wine,
Flowing through the cup with the first bright gleams.
That moves within the cup in pearls;
تَجَرَّدَتْit has bared itself والزَّمانُwhile time يَحْجُبُهاveils it
تَجَرَّدَتْ والزَّمانُ يَحْجُبُها
كَظُلْمَةٍlike darkness أَطْبَقَتْclosed عَلىover نُورِlight
كَظُلْمَةٍ أَطْبَقَتْ عَلى نُورِ
It has bared itself, while time veils it,
She has undressed, while time obscures her,
Like darkness closing over light.
Like darkness overwhelming light;
تُظَنُّit is imagined to be فيin كأْسِهاits cup إِذاwhen مُزِجَتْit is mixed
تُظَنُّ في كأْسِها إِذا مُزِجَتْ
نجومَstars لَيْلٍof night تَهْويplunging لِتَغْويرِto sink out of sight
نجومَ لَيْلٍ تَهْوي لِتَغْويرِ
When mixed in its cup, it seems to be
In her cup, when blended, you would think
Stars of night plunging out of sight;
Were stars of night falling to seduce;
أَوْor بَرَداًhailstones قَدْalready أُدِيرَwas made to revolve دائِرةًin a circle
أَوْ بَرَداً قَدْ أُدِيرَ دائِرةً
مِنْfrom فَوقِabove نارٍa fire بِغيرِwithout تَسْعيرِkindling
مِنْ فَوقِ نارٍ بِغيرِ تَسْعيرِ
Or hailstones set turning in a circle
Or cooled pearls circled
Above a fire that burns unkindled;
Above a fire without blazing;
أَوْor عِقْدَa necklace دُرٍّof pearls وَهَتْhave loosened مَعاقِدُهُits knots
أَوْ عِقْدَ دُرٍّ وَهَتْ مَعاقِدُهُ
عَلىupon عَقيقٍcarnelian فيin صَرْحِa palace بَلُّورِof crystal
عَلى عَقيقٍ في صَرْحِ بَلُّورِ
Or a pearl necklace whose knots have loosened
Or a necklace of pearls whose clasps
Upon carnelian, in a palace of crystal.
Are on ruby in a palace of crystal;
كَمhow often حَثَّurged شُربيmy drinking لِكَأْسِهاfrom its cup قَمَرٌa moon
كَم حَثَّ شُربي لِكَأْسِها قَمَرٌ
بِقَدِّwith the figure غُصْنٍof a bough وخَصْرِand the waist زُنبورِof a wasp
بِقَدِّ غُصْنٍ وخَصْرِ زُنبورِ
How often a moon has urged me to drink a cup of this wine,
How often has the drinking of her cup pressed on the moon,
With a bough's figure and a wasp's waist;
With a willowy waist and a wasp's slenderness,
يَجْذِبُهُpulls him رِدْفُهُhis rump فَأَحْسِبُهُso I imagine him
يَجْذِبُهُ رِدْفُهُ فَأَحْسِبُهُ
يَرُومُhe attempts مَشْياًwalking علىupon قَواريرِglass bottles
يَرُومُ مَشْياً على قَواريرِ
His rump pulls him, so I imagine him
Her buttocks draw him; and I fancied
Trying to walk upon glass bottles.
He walks with a gait on crystals.
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.