لاno طيبَdelight مِنfrom ذِكريmy remembrance of حَبيبa beloved وَمَنزِلand a dwelling
لا طيبَ مِن ذِكري حَبيب وَمَنزِل
بِسَقطِat Siqt اللَوىal-Liwa دارٌa house بِشَرقِيِّeast of إربلِErbil
بِسَقطِ اللَوى دارٌ بِشَرقِيِّ إربلِ
No delight comes from my recalling a beloved and a dwelling
No joy in the beloved’s mention, or dwelling,
at Siqt al-Liwa; a house east of Erbil,
With vines cut down, a house in eastern Irbil.
وَصَهباءَand tawny wine كَالمِصباحِlike a lamp فيin كَفِّthe palm of شادِنٍa young gazelle
وَصَهباءَ كَالمِصباحِ في كَفِّ شادِنٍ
رَقيقِdelicate حَواشيcontours of الخَدِّthe cheek عَذبِsweet المَقبّلِthe lips
رَقيقِ حَواشي الخَدِّ عَذبِ المَقبّلِ
and tawny wine like a lamp in the hand of a young gazelle,
Pale as a lamp in a drinker’s hand,
delicate in the cheek's contours, sweet at the lips.
Delicate the cheeks, sweet the kiss.
يَطوفُhe goes around بِهاwith it كَالخَيزرانَةِlike a bamboo stem ساحِرُenchanting الthe (continued)
يَطوفُ بِها كَالخَيزرانَةِ ساحِرُ ال
جُفونِeyelids مَتىwhenever يَلحَظhe glances بِعَينَيهِwith his two eyes يَقتُلِhe kills
جُفونِ مَتى يَلحَظ بِعَينَيهِ يَقتُلِ
He passes it round, slender as bamboo, with enchanting
He circulates like a sorcerer of eyelids
eyelids—whenever he glances with his eyes, he kills.
When he glances with his eyes, he kills.
تَعافُscorn النَدامىthe drinking companions عِندَat مَرشَفِthe sipping-rim of كاسِهِhis cup
تَعافُ النَدامى عِندَ مَرشَفِ كاسِهِ
نَسيمَthe breeze of الصِباthe east wind جاءَتit came بِرَيّاwith the fragrance of القُرُنفُلِcloves
نَسيمَ الصِبا جاءَت بِرَيّا القُرُنفُلِ
The drinking companions scorn, at the rim of his cup,
Regretters recover at the brim of his cup—
the east wind's breeze that came bearing the scent of cloves.
A zephyr brought the scent of cloves.
أَلاAh! لاnot أَراكَshow you اللَهُGod صَحباًcompanions بِمَوقِفٍat a halt
أَلا لا أَراكَ اللَهُ صَحباً بِمَوقِفٍ
يَقولونthey say لاdo not تَهلِكperish أَسىًof grief وَتَحَمُّلِand bear up
يَقولون لا تَهلِك أَسىً وَتَحَمُّلِ
Ah, may God never show you companions at a halt
My God spare you from a stance where they say
who say, 'Do not perish of grief, and bear up.'
“Do not perish in misery! Endure!”
وَلاand may never زالَcease to be نَدمانيmy drinking companions رِجالٌmen عَلَيهِمupon whom
وَلا زالَ نَدماني رِجالٌ عَلَيهِم
إِذاwhen الكاسُthe cup دارَتwent round بَهجَةَthe joy of المُتَهلّلِone beaming with joy
إِذا الكاسُ دارَت بَهجَةَ المُتَهلّلِ
And may my drinking companions always be men who wear,
While the contrite remain with the cup
when the cup goes round, the joy of one who beams.
Passing in revelry of the cheery.
فَماfor ... is not العَيشُlife إلابينexcept between حانٍa wine-seller وَحانَةٍand a tavern
فَما العَيشُ إلابين حانٍ وَحانَةٍ
مَعَwith الراحِwine لاnot بَينَbetween الدُخولِal-Dakhul فَحَومَلِand Hawmal
مَعَ الراحِ لا بَينَ الدُخولِ فَحَومَلِ
For life is only between a wine-seller and a tavern,
Life is but between a love and a tavern
with wine, not between al-Dakhul and Hawmal.
With ease—not between toil and strife!
أَعاذِلَO reproacher إِنif لاقَيتَyou find مِنّيfrom me أَصاخَةًa listening ear
أَعاذِلَ إِن لاقَيتَ مِنّي أَصاخَةً
إِلىto اللَومِblame فيin تَركِabandoning المَلامَةِreproach فَاِعدِلِthen be fair
إِلى اللَومِ في تَركِ المَلامَةِ فَاِعدِلِ
O reproacher, if you find me lending an ear
Excuse me, if you see willful drunkenness in me,
to blame, then be fair by leaving reproach aside.
Blame my abandoning blame, do justice!
وَإِلّاand if not فَذَرنيthen leave me وَالخَلاعَةُand dissipation وَالصباand youthful folly
وَإِلّا فَذَرني وَالخَلاعَةُ وَالصبا
فَإِنّيfor I am مِنfrom أَهلِthe people of الوَقارِdignity بِمَعزِلِat a remove
فَإِنّي مِن أَهلِ الوَقارِ بِمَعزِلِ
Otherwise, leave me to dissipation and youthful folly,
Else leave me to libertinage and youth—
for I stand apart from the people of dignity.
I am of dignified stock, apart.
إِذاif أَناI لَمnot أَلثُمI kiss لِكاسٍto a cup مِنَof الطَلاwine
إِذا أَنا لَم أَلثُم لِكاسٍ مِنَ الطَلا
فَماthen ... is not مَنزِلَthe abode of اللَذاتِpleasures عِنديto me بِمَنزِلِan abode at all
فَما مَنزِلَ اللَذاتِ عِندي بِمَنزِلِ
If I do not press my lips to a cup of wine,
When I have not kissed a cup of wine,
then the abode of pleasures is no abode to me.
Then revels have no place for me.
رَعىmay He guard اللَهُGod لَيلاتِthe nights of العَقيقِal-Aqiq لَيالِياًnights
رَعى اللَهُ لَيلاتِ العَقيقِ لَيالِياً
وَأَكرِمand how splendid بِأَيّامِthe days of الصَبوحِmorning wine وَأَجمِلِand how lovely
وَأَكرِم بِأَيّامِ الصَبوحِ وَأَجمِلِ
May God guard the nights of al-Aqiq—what nights!
God tend the nights of cherished union
And how splendid, how lovely, the days of morning wine!
With nights of the whitest, most beautiful dawns!
إِذاwhen الجَوُّthe sky فَضّىsilvered (reading uncertain) لِلمَلابِسِfor garments جَوَّهُits expanse
إِذا الجَوُّ فَضّى لِلمَلابِسِ جَوَّهُ
مُحَجَّبَةٌveiled عَنfrom ناظِرِthe eye of المُتَأَمِّلِthe contemplative beholder
مُحَجَّبَةٌ عَن ناظِرِ المُتَأَمِّلِ
When the sky silvered its expanse for garments,
When the air disrobes for raiment,
veiled from the eye of the contemplative beholder.
Hidden from the gazer’s eye.