ياO صاحِبيmy companion هاتِbring الُمدامةَthe wine هاتِهاbring it
يا صاحِبي هاتِ الُمدامةَ هاتِها
فصبيحةّfor the morning of النَّيروزِNowruz مِنamong أوقاتهاits times
فصبيحةّ النَّيروزِ مِن أوقاتها
O my companion, bring the wine, bring it!
O my friend, bring the wine, bring it
For Nowruz morning is a time for it.
For the dawn of Nayrouz is the time for it
كَرمِيةٌvine-born كَرمَيَّةٌgenerous ذَهَبيّةٌgolden
كَرمِيةٌ كَرمَيَّةٌ ذَهَبيّةٌ
لَهَبيَّةٌflame-like بِكراًvirgin تقومُstands بذاتِهاby itself
لَهَبيَّةٌ بِكراً تقومُ بذاتِها
Vine-born, generous, golden,
Precious, precious, golden
Flame-like, virgin, sufficient unto itself.
Fiery, lively on its own
رَقَّتgrew delicate وراقَتand grew clear فيin الزجاجِthe glass فخِلتُهاso I imagined it
رَقَّت وراقَت في الزجاجِ فخِلتُها
جادَتgave lavishly بهاwith it العشاقُthe lovers منfrom عَبرَاتهاtheir tears
جادَت بها العشاقُ من عَبرَاتها
It grew delicate and clear in the glass; I thought it
It shone and glimmered in the glass till I emptied it
Had been lavished by lovers from their tears.
Lovers spent their tears on it
منfrom كفِّthe palm of هيفاءِslender-waisted القَوامin figure كأنّماas though
من كفِّ هيفاءِ القَوام كأنّما
عُصِرَتwas pressed سلافُthe choicest essence of الخَمرِthe wine منfrom وجَنَاتِهاher cheeks
عُصِرَت سلافُ الخَمرِ من وجَنَاتِها
From the palm of a slender-waisted beauty, as though
From the palm of a slender beauty as if
The choicest wine had been pressed from her cheeks.
The juice of wine was pressed from its grapes
السّحرُenchantment فيin ألحاظهاher glances والغَنجُand coquetry فيin
السّحرُ في ألحاظها والغَنجُ في
ألفاظِهاher words والدلُّand coy charm فيin حَركاتهاher movements
ألفاظِها والدلُّ في حَركاتها
Enchantment lies in her glances, and coquetry in
Magic is in its glances, coquetry in
Her words, and coy charm in her movements.
Its words, and charm in its movements
أَوand do ...? مَاnot تَرىyou see فصلَthe season of الربيعspring وطِيبَهand its sweetness
أَو مَا تَرى فصلَ الربيع وطِيبَه
قدalready نبَّهَawakened الأرواحَthe souls مِنfrom رقَدَاتهاtheir slumbers
قد نبَّهَ الأرواحَ مِن رقَدَاتها
And do you not see how springtime and its sweetness
Or don't you see the beauty of spring
Have awakened souls from their slumbers?
Has awakened the souls from their slumber
والطيرَand the birds تصدحُsing فيamong الغصونthe branches كأنّماas though
والطيرَ تصدحُ في الغصون كأنّما
مَدَحَتpraised نظامَNizam الملُكِal-Mulk فيin نَغمَاتهاtheir melodies
مَدَحَت نظامَ الملُكِ في نَغمَاتها
And the birds sing among the branches, as though
And the birds sing in the branches as if
They were praising Nizam al-Mulk in their melodies.
Praising the order of the king in their tunes
فانهضso rise بناwith us وانشَطand bestir yourself لنأخذَso we may seize فرصةًan opportunity
فانهض بنا وانشَط لنأخذَ فرصةً
منof لذّةِthe delight of الأيامthe days قبلَbefore فواتِهاtheir passing
من لذّةِ الأيام قبلَ فواتِها
So rise with us and bestir yourself, that we may seize a chance
So get up my friend and be active to seize
At the days' delights before they slip away.
Pleasures of days before they are gone
ياO صاحبَيtwo companions of سِرِّيmy secret ولاand not أُخفيكُماI conceal from you both
يا صاحبَي سِرِّي ولا أُخفيكُما
ماhow أطيبَsweet الدنياthe world علىdespite عِلاّتهاits flaws
ما أطيبَ الدنيا على عِلاّتها
O my two confidants—I hide nothing from you both—
O my friend, my secret, I won't hide from you
How sweet the world is, for all its flaws!
How sweet is life in its heights
قمrise فاسقنيهاthen serve it to me بالكبيرin the large cup ورُحand go إلىto
قم فاسقنيها بالكبير ورُح إلى
راحٍwine تريحُrelieves النَّفسَthe soul منfrom كُربُاتهاits distresses
راحٍ تريحُ النَّفسَ من كُربُاتها
Rise, serve it to me in the large cup, and turn to
Get up and serve it to me generously and go
Wine that relieves the soul of its distress.
To comfort that gives rest from worries
إنif مِتُّI die مِتُّI die فخَلِّنيso leave me وغَوايتيand my waywardness
إن مِتُّ مِتُّ فخَلِّني وغَوايتي
إنّindeed الغَوايةwaywardness حُلوةٌis sweet لجُناتهاto its reapers
إنّ الغَواية حُلوةٌ لجُناتها
If I die, I die; so leave me to my waywardness.
If I die, I die, so leave me to my madness
For waywardness is sweet to those who reap it.
For madness is sweet in its essences
ولقدand indeed جريتُI ran علىalong الصَّبابةardent longing والصبِّاand youthful folly
ولقد جريتُ على الصَّبابة والصبِّا
وجذبتُّand I drew أقرانيmy peers إلىtoward غاياتهاits utmost bounds
وجذبتُّ أقراني إلى غاياتها
And indeed I ran the course of passion and youthful folly,
And I have lived a rakish youth and desire
And drew my peers to its furthest limits.
And drawn my peers to its limits
ثمthen ارعويتُI came to my senses وماand no بِكَفِّيَin my hand طائِلgain
ثم ارعويتُ وما بِكَفِّيَ طائِل
منfrom لذّةِthe delight of الدنياthe world سوىexcept تَبِعاتِهاits consequences
من لذّةِ الدنيا سوى تَبِعاتِها
Then I came to my senses, with no gain in my hand
Then I became reasonable, and my hands can no longer
From the world's pleasure except its consequences.
Reach the pleasures of life but its consequences
Claude 2 is inferred from the historical translator configuration. The original record does not identify its model.