لَناfor us مَجْلِسٌa gathering ماnot فِيهِin it لِلْهَمِّfor sorrow مَدْخَلٌan entrance
لَنا مَجْلِسٌ ما فِيهِ لِلْهَمِّ مَدْخَلٌ
وَلاand no مِنْهُfrom it يَوْماًon any day لِلْمَسَرَّةِfor joy مَخْرَجُan exit
وَلا مِنْهُ يَوْماً لِلْمَسَرَّةِ مَخْرَجُ
We have a gathering where sorrow finds no entrance,
We have a gathering where worries find no entrance,
nor does joy ever find an exit from it.
Nor does frivolity ever emerge from it.
تَضَمَّنَcontained أَصْنافَkinds المَحاسِنِbeauties كُلَّهاall of them
تَضَمَّنَ أَصْنافَ المَحاسِنِ كُلَّها
فَلَيْسَso there is no لِباغِيfor a seeker of الْعَيْشِlife عَنْهُaway from it مُعَرَّجُa turning aside
فَلَيْسَ لِباغِي الْعَيْشِ عَنْهُ مُعَرَّجُ
It embraces every kind of beauty,
It encompasses all kinds of beauty,
so no seeker of the good life would turn away from it.
So one weary of life finds no exit from it.
غِناءًsinging إِلىto الفِتْيانِthe young men أَشْهىmore delightful مِنَthan الْغِنىwealth
غِناءً إِلى الفِتْيانِ أَشْهى مِنَ الْغِنى
بِهِthrough it الْعَيْشُlife يَصْفُوgrows serene وَالْهُمُومُand worries تُفَرَّجُare dispelled
بِهِ الْعَيْشُ يَصْفُو وَالْهُمُومُ تُفَرَّجُ
Song, more delightful to young men than wealth,
Singing for the youths is more delicious than riches,
through which life grows serene and cares are dispelled.
Life in it becomes serene and worries dissipate.
يَخِفُّgrows light لَهُfor it حِلْمُcomposure الْحَليمِthe forbearing man صَبابَةًwith yearning
يَخِفُّ لَهُ حِلْمُ الْحَليمِ صَبابَةً
وَيَصْبُوand yearns إِلَيْهِtoward it النّاسِكُthe ascetic الْمُتَحَرِّجُthe scrupulous
وَيَصْبُو إِلَيْهِ النّاسِكُ الْمُتَحَرِّجُ
Even the forbearing man's composure falters with yearning for it,
The composure of the wise softens into juvenility,
and the scrupulous ascetic longs for it.
And the ascetic smiles and loses his sternness.
وَرَوْضاًand a garden كَأَنَّas though الْقَطْرَthe rain غاداهُvisited it at dawn فَاغْتدىso it became
وَرَوْضاً كَأَنَّ الْقَطْرَ غاداهُ فَاغْتدى
يَضُوعُwafts fragrance بِمِسْكِيِّwith musky النَّسيمِbreeze وَيَأْرَجُand is fragrant
يَضُوعُ بِمِسْكِيِّ النَّسيمِ وَيَأْرَجُ
And a garden, as though rain had visited it at dawn, leaving it
A meadow as though the rain has just left it,
wafting musk-scented breezes and breathing fragrance.
It sways delicately with the perfume of the breeze.
تَرىyou see نُكَتَspecks الأَزْهارِthe flowers فِيهin it كأَنَّهاas though they were
تَرى نُكَتَ الأَزْهارِ فِيه كأَنَّها
كَواكِبُstars فِيin أُفْقٍa horizon تُنِيرُshine وتُسْرَجُand are lit
كَواكِبُ فِي أُفْقٍ تُنِيرُ وتُسْرَجُ
You see the flecks of flowers within it as though they were
You see the tips of flowers in it like stars
stars on a horizon, shining and set alight.
In a horizon, giving light and twinkling.
وَيذْكِرُكمَand remind you الأَحْبابَloved ones فِيهِin it بَدائِعٌwonders
وَيذْكِرُكمَ الأَحْبابَ فِيهِ بَدائِعٌ
مِنَof النَّوْرِblossoms مِنْهاamong them نَرْجِسٌnarcissus وَبَنَفْسَجُand violet
مِنَ النَّوْرِ مِنْها نَرْجِسٌ وَبَنَفْسَجُ
And wonders there remind you of loved ones—
In it beloved ones are remembered in marvels
blossoms, among them narcissus and violet.
Of light, amongst them narcissus and violet.
فَهذاso this كَماas يَرْنُوgazes إِلَيْكَat you بِطَرْفِهِwith his eye
فَهذا كَما يَرْنُو إِلَيْكَ بِطَرْفِهِ
أَغَنُّsweetly nasal-voiced غَرِيرٌinnocent فَاتِنُbewitching الطَّرْفِthe gaze أَدْعَجُdeep-dark-eyed
أَغَنُّ غَرِيرٌ فَاتِنُ الطَّرْفِ أَدْعَجُ
This is like one gazing at you with his eyes—
So it is as it casts its glance towards you
sweetly nasal-voiced and innocent, with alluring, deep-dark eyes.
With the most melodious warble of a charming eye.
وَهذاand this كَماas حَيّاgreeted بِخَطِّwith the line of عِذارِهِhis cheek-down
وَهذا كَما حَيّا بِخَطِّ عِذارِهِ
مِنَamong الهيِفِthe slender-waisted مَمْشُوقُelongated العِذارِcheek-down مُعَرَّجُcurved
مِنَ الهيِفِ مَمْشُوقُ العِذارِ مُعَرَّجُ
And this is like one greeting you with the line of his cheek-down—
And it is as it greeted in the handwriting of its coyness
one of the slender-waisted, with long, curling cheek-down.
A fawn, slender of waist and curvy of eyelash.
غَرِيبُextraordinary افْتِتانِenchantment الدَّلِّcoquetry فِيin الْحُسْنِbeauty لَمْhas not يَزَلْceased
غَرِيبُ افْتِتانِ الدَّلِّ فِي الْحُسْنِ لَمْ يَزَلْ
تُعَقْربُare curled like scorpion-tails أَصْداغٌtemple-locks لَهُof his وَتُصَوْلَجُand are bent like polo mallets
تُعَقْربُ أَصْداغٌ لَهُ وَتُصَوْلَجُ
Wondrously beguiling in his beautiful coyness, he always has
A stranger to the flirtatiousness of the enchanting,
temple-locks curled like scorpions' tails and bent like polo mallets.
Cheeks for it bite and hips sway.
وَمَعْشُوقُand beloved نارَنْجٍbitter oranges يُرِيكَshows you احْمِرارُهُits redness
وَمَعْشُوقُ نارَنْجٍ يُرِيكَ احْمِرارُهُ
خُدُودَcheeks عَذارىmaidens بِالْعِتابِby reproach تُضَرَّجُare flushed
خُدُودَ عَذارى بِالْعِتابِ تُضَرَّجُ
And beloved bitter oranges, whose redness shows you
And a sweetheart of orange, its redness shows you
maidens' cheeks, flushed by reproach.
The cheeks of maidens blushing with coquetry.
وَنارٌand a fire تُضاهِيهاrivals it الْمُدامُthe wine بِنُورِهاwith its light
وَنارٌ تُضاهِيها الْمُدامُ بِنُورِها
فَتَخْمُدُthen it dies out لكِنَّbut الْمُدامَthe wine تَأَجَّجُblazes up
فَتَخْمُدُ لكِنَّ الْمُدامَ تَأَجَّجُ
And a fire that wine rivals with its light:
A fire competing with it the wine in its shine
the fire dies out, but the wine blazes up.
Though it subsides, however the wine keeps flaming.
كُؤوسٌcups كَماas تَهْوىdesire النُّفُوسُsouls كَأَنَّهاas though they were
كُؤوسٌ كَما تَهْوى النُّفُوسُ كَأَنَّها
بِنَيْلِwith the attainment of الأَمانِيwishes وَالْمَآرِبِand desires تُمْزَجُare mixed
بِنَيْلِ الأَمانِي وَالْمَآرِبِ تُمْزَجُ
Cups such as souls desire, as though they
Goblets that souls desire, as though they
were mixed with the fulfillment of wishes and desires.
Were blended of wishes and calamities.
كَأَنَّas though الْقَنانِيthe bottles والصّوانِيand the trays لِناظِرٍto an onlooker
كَأَنَّ الْقَنانِي والصّوانِي لِناظِرٍ
نُجُومُstars سَماءٍa sky سائِراتٌmoving وَأَبْرُجُand constellations
نُجُومُ سَماءٍ سائِراتٌ وَأَبْرُجُ
To an onlooker, the bottles and trays seem like
As if the wine jugs and platters to the onlooker
stars coursing through a sky, and constellations.
Were orbiting stars, moving and twinkling.
مَعانٍqualities كَأَخْلاقِlike the virtues of الأَمِيرِthe prince مَحاسِناًin beauty
مَعانٍ كَأَخْلاقِ الأَمِيرِ مَحاسِناً
وَلكِنَّهُand yet he مِنْهُنَّthan them أَبْهىmore splendid وَأَبْهَجُand more delightful
وَلكِنَّهُ مِنْهُنَّ أَبْهى وَأَبْهَجُ
Qualities as beautiful as the prince's virtues,
Of meanings like the excellences of the prince, excellences,
yet he is more splendid and more delightful than they.
But he is more splendid and brighter amongst them.
كَأَنّاas though we جَمِيعاًall دُونَهُbefore him وَهْوَwhile he is واحِدٌone
كَأَنّا جَمِيعاً دُونَهُ وَهْوَ واحِدٌ
بِساحِلِon the shore of بَحْرٍa sea رِيعَwas frightened مِنْهُby it الْمُلَجِّجُthe deep-water voyager
بِساحِلِ بَحْرٍ رِيعَ مِنْهُ الْمُلَجِّجُ
As though all of us before him, though he is but one,
As if we altogether against him are one
were on the shore of a sea that daunts the deep-water voyager.
On the coast of a sea, stirred and surging.
أَغَرُّradiant غَرِيبُextraordinary المَكْرُماتِnoble deeds بِمِثْلِهِthrough one like him
أَغَرُّ غَرِيبُ المَكْرُماتِ بِمِثْلِهِ
تَقَرُّare comforted عُيُونُeyes الْمَكْرُماتِnoble deeds وَتَثْلَجُand are cooled with joy
تَقَرُّ عُيُونُ الْمَكْرُماتِ وَتَثْلَجُ
Radiant, wondrous in noble deeds—through one like him
Most wondrous of the generous is his like,
the eyes of noble deeds find comfort and cool delight.
Eyes of the generous for him settle and ice.
هُوَhe الْبَحْرُthe sea لكِنْbut عِنْدَهُbeside him الْبَحْرُthe sea باخِلٌmiserly
هُوَ الْبَحْرُ لكِنْ عِنْدَهُ الْبَحْرُ باخِلٌ
هُوَhe الْبَدْرُthe full moon لكِنْbut عِندَهُbeside him الْبَدْرُthe full moon يَسْمُجُlooks ugly
هُوَ الْبَدْرُ لكِنْ عِندَهُ الْبَدْرُ يَسْمُجُ
He is the sea, yet beside him the sea is miserly;
He is the sea, but compared to him the sea is stingy,
he is the full moon, yet beside him the full moon looks ugly.
He is the moon, but compared to him the moon is bleak.