إِصرِفserve unmixed شَرابيmy wine قَدindeed هَجَرتُI have forsaken كُؤوسُهُits cups
إِصرِف شَرابي قَد هَجَرتُ كُؤوسُهُ
شَهرَthe month of الصِيامِfasting وَإِعفُنيand spare me مِنfrom مائِهِits water
شَهرَ الصِيامِ وَإِعفُني مِن مائِهِ
Serve my wine unmixed; I have forsaken its cups
Pour me a drink, for I have shunned its cups
throughout the month of fasting; spare me its water.
during the fasting month of Ramadan. Spare me of its water,
فَأَراقَso he poured مِنfrom إِبريقِهِhis ewer ليfor me شَربَةًa draught
فَأَراقَ مِن إِبريقِهِ لي شَربَةً
كَالنارِlike fire تُشرِقُshines فيin دُجىthe gloom of ظَلمائِهِits darkness
كَالنارِ تُشرِقُ في دُجى ظَلمائِهِ
So he poured me a draught from his ewer,
for he has poured me from his pitcher a drink
like fire, shining in the gloom of its darkness.
like fire flashing in the gloom of darkness.
وَهِلالُand the crescent شَوّالٍof Shawwāl يَلوحُgleams ضِيائُهُits light
وَهِلالُ شَوّالٍ يَلوحُ ضِيائُهُ
وَبناتُand the Daughters نَعشٍof Naʿsh (the Bier) وَقَّفَتstood still بِإِزائِهِopposite it
وَبناتُ نَعشٍ وَقَّفَت بِإِزائِهِ
And the light of Shawwāl’s crescent gleams,
The crescent moon of Shawwal gleams brightly
and the Daughters of Naʿsh stood opposite it,
while funeral processions pause in its glow.
كَبَنانِهِlike his fingertips مِنof مُخلِصٍa devoted man لَمّاwhen بَداappeared
كَبَنانِهِ مِن مُخلِصٍ لَمّا بَدا
وَجهُthe face of الوَزيرِthe vizier دَعاprayed بِطولِfor the length of بَقائِهِhis life
وَجهُ الوَزيرِ دَعا بِطولِ بَقائِهِ
like the fingertips of a devoted man who, when
Like a youth from a loyal beloved when he appeared,
the vizier’s face appeared, prayed for his long life.
and the minister's face called for his long life.