مَغناكِ مُلتَهِبٌ وَكَأسُكِ مُترَعه

مَغناكِ مُلتَهِبٌ وَكَأسُكِ مُترَعه

فَاِسقي أَباكِ الخَمر وَاِضطَجِعي مَعَه

فَاِسقي أَباكِ الخَمر وَاِضطَجِعي مَعَه

Your abode is ablaze, and your cup is brimming.

Your passion inflamed, your cup overflowing,

So give your father wine, and lie down with him.

Give your father wine, lie with him unknowing,

لَم تُبقِ في شَفَتَيكِ لذاتُ الدِما

لَم تُبقِ في شَفَتَيكِ لذاتُ الدِما

ما تَذكُرينَ بِهِ حَليبَ المرضعه

ما تَذكُرينَ بِهِ حَليبَ المرضعه

The pleasures of blood have not left upon your lips

No longer on your lips the taste of milk

anything to remind you of the wet nurse's milk.

That nourished your infancy, all forsaking,

قومي اِدخُلي يا بنتُ لوط عَلى الخنى

قومي اِدخُلي يا بنتُ لوط عَلى الخنى

وَاِزني فَإِنَّ أَباكِ مهّدَ مَضجَعَه

وَاِزني فَإِنَّ أَباكِ مهّدَ مَضجَعَه

Rise, enter into lewdness, O daughter of Lot,

Arise, enter in, O daughter of Lot's kin,

and fornicate, for your father has prepared his bed.

Your father's bed awaits, his lust unslaking,

إِن تُرجِعي دَمك الشَهِيِّ لِنَبعَه

إِن تُرجِعي دَمك الشَهِيِّ لِنَبعَه

كَم جَدوَلٍ في الأَرضِ راجِع مَنبَعَه

كَم جَدوَلٍ في الأَرضِ راجِع مَنبَعَه

If you return your luscious blood to its spring,

If to its source your crimson blood returns

how many a stream on earth has returned to its source!

Like streams that to their springs are backward making,

لا تَعبَأي بِعِقاب رَبِّكِ إِنَّهُ

لا تَعبَأي بِعِقاب رَبِّكِ إِنَّهُ

جُرثومَةٌ من نارِكِ المُتَدَفِّعَه

جُرثومَةٌ من نارِكِ المُتَدَفِّعَه

Do not heed your Lord's punishment: it is

Heed not your Lord's retribution, 'tis but

a germ from your surging fire.

Sparks from your fiery lust to you outbreaking,

في صَدرِكِ المَحمومِ كِبريتٌ إِذا

في صَدرِكِ المَحمومِ كِبريتٌ إِذا

لَعِبَت بِهِ الشَهَواتُ فَجَّر أَضلُعُه

لَعِبَت بِهِ الشَهَواتُ فَجَّر أَضلُعُه

In your fevered breast lies sulfur; when

Within your fevered breast sulfuric ore

passions play with it, it blasts its ribs apart.

When lusts play with will ribs detonating,

فَبِكُلِّ صَقعٍ مِن ضُلوعِك قِسمَة

فَبِكُلِّ صَقعٍ مِن ضُلوعِك قِسمَة

خِلَعٌ عَلى لَهَب الشَبابِ موزَّعَه

خِلَعٌ عَلى لَهَب الشَبابِ موزَّعَه

So in every region of your ribs lies a share

On each your ribs a pendant hangs displayed

of robes of honor, distributed upon youth's flame.

On the necklace of youthful lusts partaking,

إيه سدومُ بُعثتِ مِن خَلِلِ اللظى

إيه سدومُ بُعثتِ مِن خَلِلِ اللظى

حَمراءَ في شَهَواتِكِ المُتَسَرِّعَه

حَمراءَ في شَهَواتِكِ المُتَسَرِّعَه

Ah, Sodom, you were resurrected from amid the blaze,

O Sodom risen from the flames of shame

crimson in your headlong passions.

With lusts through every age re-awaking,

في كُلِّ جيلٍ مِن لَهيبِكِ سُنَّة

في كُلِّ جيلٍ مِن لَهيبِكِ سُنَّة

سَكرى محطَّمَة عَلَيهِ مُخَلَّعَه

سَكرى محطَّمَة عَلَيهِ مُخَلَّعَه

In every generation, from your flame comes a tradition,

On each wave of your flames a custom lies

drunken, shattered upon it, disjointed.

Drunken, broken, on new wine ever saking,

عَقَبت بيَ الذِكرى إِلَيكِ فَأَشعَلَت

عَقَبت بيَ الذِكرى إِلَيكِ فَأَشعَلَت

قَلبي وَأَجفاني رُؤاكِ الموجِعَه

قَلبي وَأَجفاني رُؤاكِ الموجِعَه

Memory brought me back to you; then were set ablaze

The past led me back to you, and lit

my heart and eyelids by your agonizing visions.

My heart, my lids, with vision sorrowing,

شاهَدت مِن خَلَلِ اللَهيبِ حَدائِقاً

شاهَدت مِن خَلَلِ اللَهيبِ حَدائِقاً

كانَت نَواضِرَ في الفُصولِ الأَربَعَة

كانَت نَواضِرَ في الفُصولِ الأَربَعَة

I saw, through gaps in the flames, gardens

Beyond the flames, gardens I witnessed, flowers

that were lush in all four seasons.

Blooming in every season, joy outpaking,

نَشَقَت مِن الفِردَوسِ عبقَة سِحرهِ

نَشَقَت مِن الفِردَوسِ عبقَة سِحرهِ

وَمن السَماءِ طُيوبِها المُتَضَوِّعه

وَمن السَماءِ طُيوبِها المُتَضَوِّعه

They inhaled from Paradise the fragrance of its magic,

Wafting enchantment from Paradise,

and from heaven its wafting perfumes.

And heavens above their sweetness down-shaking,

خَضراءَ طاهِرَة الغراس كَأَنَّها

خَضراءَ طاهِرَة الغراس كَأَنَّها

بِصَفاءِ عَدنٍ لا تَزالُ مُبَرقَعَه

بِصَفاءِ عَدنٍ لا تَزالُ مُبَرقَعَه

Green, with pure plantings, as though they

Verdant, pure, their saplings so it seemed

were still veiled in Eden's purity.

As Eden in its chastity remaking,

وَكَأَنَّ مِن تَكفيرِ آدم نَفحَةً

وَكَأَنَّ مِن تَكفيرِ آدم نَفحَةً

فيها وَمن صَلَواتِ حَواءٍ دِعه

فيها وَمن صَلَواتِ حَواءٍ دِعه

And as though a breath of Adam's atonement

As if Adam's remorse breathed paradise

were within them, and repose from Eve's prayers.

And Eve's prayers this fertility were slaking,

وَرَأَيتُ غَدراناً مَراضِع تُربَة

وَرَأَيتُ غَدراناً مَراضِع تُربَة

بِأَجِنَّة الزهر النَدِيِّ مرصَّعَه

بِأَجِنَّة الزهر النَدِيِّ مرصَّعَه

And I saw pools, wet nurses to the soil,

I saw the meadows' nurses nurturing

studded with embryos of dewy flowers,

With buds like Children in their bosoms taking,

وَمراوِح الفَجرِ الجَميلِ عَلى الذَرى

وَمراوِح الفَجرِ الجَميلِ عَلى الذَرى

يَلقى عَلَيها كُلَّ طيرٍ مخدَعَه

يَلقى عَلَيها كُلَّ طيرٍ مخدَعَه

and the fans of lovely dawn upon the heights,

And the soft dawns upon the grasses strewing

on which every bird finds its bedchamber.

Seeds for the feathered choirs their rest forsaking,

وَرَأَيتُ حوراً في شُفوفِ زَنابِق

وَرَأَيتُ حوراً في شُفوفِ زَنابِق

بَيضاء من لَبَن الجنان مُشَبَّعَه

بَيضاء من لَبَن الجنان مُشَبَّعَه

And I saw houris in the sheer veils of lilies,

I saw houris in cups of lilies white

white, steeped in the milk of the gardens.

With the milk of heaven nourished, pure partaking,

نَفخ الصِبا بنُهودِها فَتَكَوَّرَت

نَفخ الصِبا بنُهودِها فَتَكَوَّرَت

وَتَبَسَّمَت عَن وَردَةٍ مُتَرَفِّعَه

وَتَبَسَّمَت عَن وَردَةٍ مُتَرَفِّعَه

Youth breathed into their breasts, and they grew round,

The gentle breeze their breasts blew open, smiled,

and smiled, revealing an upraised rose.

A haughty rose above them undertaking,

ماذا فَعَلتِ سُدومُ أَينَ جَواذِبٌ

ماذا فَعَلتِ سُدومُ أَينَ جَواذِبٌ

كانَت عَلى تِلكَ الخُدورِ مجمَّعَه

كانَت عَلى تِلكَ الخُدورِ مجمَّعَه

What have you done, Sodom? Where are the charms

What has Sodom done, where are the charms

that were gathered about those secluded chambers?

That once her cheeks and brows were overtaking?

فيمَ اِستَحالَ لُبانُكِ النامي إِلى

فيمَ اِستَحالَ لُبانُكِ النامي إِلى

خَمر بكاساتِ الفجورِ مُشَعشَعَة

خَمر بكاساتِ الفجورِ مُشَعشَعَة

Why has your growing milk turned into

How has your growing milk to poison turned

wine, diluted in the goblets of debauchery?

In the wine-cups of vice raised high partaking?

ذَوَّبَت خَمرِكِ لا لِيُصبِح طاهِراً

ذَوَّبَت خَمرِكِ لا لِيُصبِح طاهِراً

لكِن لِيَستَهوي النُفوسَ فَتَجرَعَه

لكِن لِيَستَهوي النُفوسَ فَتَجرَعَه

You diluted your wine, not to make it pure,

Your wine dissolves to make hearts captive, not

but so it might entice souls, and they might gulp it down.

Pure, but so souls may deeply of it slaking,

وَجَعَلتِ غَرغَرَةَ الأَفاعي كَأسَه

وَجَعَلتِ غَرغَرَةَ الأَفاعي كَأسَه

لِيَذوقَ مِنها كُلَّ قَلبٍ مَصرَعَه

لِيَذوقَ مِنها كُلَّ قَلبٍ مَصرَعَه

And you made the gurgling of vipers its cup,

The hissing snakes' venom your drink's become

so every heart might taste its death from it.

That every heart may sip and pierced be breaking,

سَكَرَت بِكِ الدُنيا سدومُ فَكلَّها

سَكَرَت بِكِ الدُنيا سدومُ فَكلَّها

زمرٌ عَلى طرق الحَياةِ مُتَعتَعه

زمرٌ عَلى طرق الحَياةِ مُتَعتَعه

The world grew drunk on you, Sodom; so all of it is

The world is drunk on you Sodom, become but

bands staggering along the roads of life.

Throngs on life's road in crazed debauch awaking,

وَأَثرَتِ حُنجُرَة الفجور فَأَطلَقَت

وَأَثرَتِ حُنجُرَة الفجور فَأَطلَقَت

حِمَماً عَلى نَغَمِ الجَحيمِ مُوَقَّعَه

حِمَماً عَلى نَغَمِ الجَحيمِ مُوَقَّعَه

And you roused the throat of debauchery, and it unleashed

You trained the throat of vice and it let loose

lava set to the melodies of hell:

Songs from hell played on strings set a quaking,

أَغنيَّة حَمراء أَنشَدَها الخنى

أَغنيَّة حَمراء أَنشَدَها الخنى

مِزَقاً عَلى أَوتارِكِ المُتَقَطِّعَه

مِزَقاً عَلى أَوتارِكِ المُتَقَطِّعَه

a crimson song that lewdness sang

Scarlet melodies the perverse have sung

in shreds upon your broken strings.

On your shattered strings jarring notes making,

أَسدومَ هذا العَصر لَن تَتَحَجَّبي

أَسدومَ هذا العَصر لَن تَتَحَجَّبي

فَبِوَجهِ أمكِ ما بَرِحَتِ مُقَنَّعَه

فَبِوَجهِ أمكِ ما بَرِحَتِ مُقَنَّعَه

O Sodom of this age, you will not veil yourself,

Sodom of this age, you'll not conceal your face

for you are still masked in your mother's face.

Which, by your mother's, shamefully partaking,

كانَت مُنَكَّرَة كَوَجهِكِ عِندَما

كانَت مُنَكَّرَة كَوَجهِكِ عِندَما

هَبَّت عَلَيها مِن جَهَنَّم زَوبَعَه

هَبَّت عَلَيها مِن جَهَنَّم زَوبَعَه

She was unrecognizable, like your face, when

When hell's whirlwinds blew, horror was her face,

a whirlwind from hell swept over her.

As horror is your unveiled face's making,

قَذفتك صحراءُ الزِنى بِحَضارَة

قَذفتك صحراءُ الزِنى بِحَضارَة

ثَكلى مُشَوَّهَةِ الوُجوهِ مُفَجَّعَه

ثَكلى مُشَوَّهَةِ الوُجوهِ مُفَجَّعَه

The desert of fornication hurled a civilization at you,

The desert of whoredoms birthed your civilization,

bereaved, its faces disfigured, grief-stricken:

Bereft of children, faces horror-shaken,

بُؤرٌ مُسَتَّرَة الفَسادِ بخدعة

بُؤرٌ مُسَتَّرَة الفَسادِ بخدعة

نَكراءَ بِالخَزِّ الشَهِيِّ مُرَقَّعَه

نَكراءَ بِالخَزِّ الشَهِيِّ مُرَقَّعَه

hotbeds, their corruption concealed by a trick—

Debauched dens masked in guises of rectitude,

a monstrous one—themselves patched with enticing silk.

Hypocrisy's rags o'er their sinful ways taking,